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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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714 Chs

Section 213: Before the Harvest Festival (Part 2)_3

"It's good that mortals have courage," Malin squinted, wondering about a problem—this guy, he surely wouldn't be fond of everything associated with someone, right?

Well, he probably wouldn't. This kind of straight-as-an-arrow man would always have that forever unattainable figure in his heart, even unto death.

Put nicely, this is love.

Put unkindly, this is stupidity.

As he thought this, Malin noticed that clouds were beginning to form in the sky... Ah, was it going to rain, or perhaps it was snow that was coming.

The girls, noticing the weather change, hastened their pace.

"Right, what about Rewo."

"Come play at our house," Maya and Matilda said in unison.

Malin was silent for a moment, then feeling the rain, he raised his umbrella and opened it, and the girls immediately gathered around.

Then after a while, the rain turned to snow, and then to sleet. Feeling the drop in temperature, Malin noticed something coiled around Mana's branches.

He took it discreetly.