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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.

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Truths Unwelcome: Part 222 (1)

Malin sat in the stands, watching the tutors from both sides battle on the stage. To be honest, after the apprentices had finished, he had wanted to take the girls and leave, to find a restaurant and enjoy a warm meal while it was still light out.

Unfortunately, Malin really hadn't known that there was such a segment -- after the apprentices were done, the tutors themselves would enter the fray and give a show for the kids.

It was indeed tough.

While Malin was thinking this, he noticed those little mice come in. They looked around, and one of them spotted Malin, so they scurried over quickly with their boxes in hand.

Speaking of which, why were they even here?

With this confusion, Malin watched them pass through the small door onto the stands, and amid many onlookers, they handed the boxes to Malin.

Malin opened one and saw his favorite roasted meat, still hot. He peeked inside the box and saw a heat-preserving spell formation carved into it.