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Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

For a long time, Malin always felt that Fate had been quite generous to him. Although he had to face that life-threatening job every day, as long as he had the lovely Leopard Girl cooking delicious food for him daily, and as long as there was meat to eat and cats to stroke, life wasn't too unbearable. Working a bit harder and facing some difficulties on the job weren't really an issue for a man. Moreover, being able to live two lives meant one shouldn't have too high demands, right, Mr. Different-Kind? Having said that, and without waiting for an answer, the young man snapped his fingers, and the white flame on his fingertip lit the tobacco in his other hand, then he flicked it towards the non-human entity on the stake. Welcome to Abield, to witness the last splendor of the steampunk era. And the madness.

Half-step Purgatory · Sci-fi
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715 Chs

One Hundred Sixteen: Who is Knocking at My Window_2

As Casaman turned to leave, he saw a werewolf girl and a small-statured boy walking out of the Church.

Ah, what a beautiful sight, when he was young, he, too, had left the Church with an acquaintance and set out to explore the world.

He still remembers... she also had such beautiful ears, and such a beautiful fluffy tail, except that he had forgotten... forgotten what she looked like.

It's been fifteen years... my goddess, I beseech you, may this beauty endure, may this friendship last forever.

......

"Goddess of Harvest, you are the savior of the farmers."

Malin read the inscription on the base of the statue.

"That's the first line of the worship prayer."

A thin, tall boy stood next to Malin, appearing to be a genteel young gentleman—if you overlook the black eye clouding his face.