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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 · Romance
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505 Chs

Eighty-fourth Chapter: The Postman_2

Malin also found out at this time that the metal head of his father's axe was forged from the helmet and longsword of the Chaos warrior who killed his father.

The axe head Malin brought back would be buried with his father.

A standard Dwarven funeral.

The lad even wanted Malin to stay for lunch, but considering the Dwarves' 'Dwarven Spirits'—spirits so potent they could be mistaken for industrial alcohol—Malin had no choice but to flee with the girls in tow.

Lastly, there was the half-human, a young thief with no family, who hailed from the Church of the Wandering God of the half-humans. Eventually, Malin donated his due gold to the orphanage run by the Church, and upon hearing everything Malin said, the Church decided to name the next ten children admitted to the orphanage with the half-human surname Three-Toes.