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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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505 Chs

Section 235: Everyone is a bridge to happiness for each other (4)

The hunter and the hunted smiled as they descended, while on the other side, hunter and prey were on the ascent.

Ails walked in the corridor leading to the fourth floor; ahead of him, the remnants of the Lich's forces were struggling in their death throes, but it was utterly useless. Ails had summoned his subordinates—Madame Aurelia Doman and her banshees were playing hide and seek in the stone walls on both sides with the opponent's pitifully few wraiths, while Black Knight Morgan Dor was responsible for the attack up front.

Although Ails did not know why the Prairie Elf wanted him to hunt down the wizard, since he had received the elf's deposit, he felt that he could not abandon the task halfway.

It wasn't that Ails, as a bone Lich, lacked the courage to tear up a contract; if he hadn't had such courage during the last collaboration, how could he have made a fortune?