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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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709 Chs

Section 270: Replay (Part 2)

The old Duke of the Roed family stood in the foyer of the Noble Council, overlooking the bustling crowd on the streets outside. Today, the father of the Mowish Queen of the Noble family did not exude an imposing aura of anger that commanded respect; he looked like a very ordinary old man, somewhat stooped and squint-eyed.

"Your Grace, what are you looking at here?" A woman's voice sounded from behind him.

"Ah, if it isn't the young lady from the House of Marem, how have you been recently?" The old man turned his head and glanced at the sturdy woman who had approached him.

"Not bad, Your Grace. Today's meeting, those Easterners are going to propose noble autonomy again, aren't they?" Mrs. Marem said this, then looked down at the old man: "Your Grace."

"Are you here to advocate for your old friends from Mowish?" The old Duke smiled, "Marem's child, do you know what I am watching?"

"Not really, Your Grace." Mrs. Marem shook her head.