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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
Not enough ratings
724 Chs

Section 111: Going on a Long Trip (Part Two)

Old Hoffman listened to Malin's request to accompany Logan and Miriam on their outing and, to Malin's surprise, agreed.

"That's right, you've been cooped up in this little place called Carterburg for long enough; it's about time you visit the Central Administrative Province and see the world," he said. "Although those nobles in the North can be terribly rigid, at least they are legitimate."

As he muttered to himself, Old Hoffman took out a small pouch from the drawer and tossed it over.

Malin caught it; it was a bit heavy, easily weighing 20 pounds.

"By the way, since you're heading that way, hand over what you have to the Bishop of the Church of the Goddess of Harvest in Pamir City. Tell him it's what I owe him, and he'll understand," Hoffman instructed.

"Okay," Malin nodded without hesitation.

"Aren't you even a little curious?" Old Hoffman asked.