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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
721 Chs

Section 179: Intertwined Fate (Part One)

Shaking off the impaled sacrifice from his tentacle, Carol, the Wise Man of Sedah, frowned as he watched the Church Apprentice dash into the alley.

Why hadn't the child fallen for the trap?

The illusion had been crafted using the visages of people close to them in their minds; while one child took the bait, the other did not seem to be deceived at all.

However, he had already sent a Drownghoul named Karl to pursue him. Although it was merely a lowly minion at the ninth tier of the Undead Sequence, using it to chase down a whelp was overkill.

With this thought in mind, Carol glanced around, and once he confirmed that no one was present, the tentacles on his left arm began transforming back into a normal arm.

The guards in the camp were far too lax in their vigilance. If he hadn't discovered these two Apprentices, they would likely have already relayed messages outward.