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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 · Ciencia y ficción
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585 Chs

One hundred and forty-seven: Conversation (3)

Gaiate's return for Malin was like a wanderer who finally comes home after being away in all directions, bringing neither fine gifts nor good news. Since before Malin and Maya came into the picture, it seemed as if he had been searching for something.

Maya never said anything, and Malin wouldn't ask, either. To Malin, whether it was Maya or Gaiate, they were both reticent. Gaiate was simply not a good father—what father wanders off for a year without returning home? He wasn't part of a geological expedition or an adventurer.

Although Malin also knew that there must be a story behind the middle-aged man's melancholic eyes... if he didn't tell, who could know?

What he saw was just a prodigal who seldom returned home, searching for something.

If someone asked him if Gaiate was good, Malin would definitely say he was—but as a father, he was somewhat derelict.