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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 · Khoa học viễn tưởng
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One hundred and seventy: Night Talk (2)

"Ferreiro, those old bastards in the central parish are discussing again how to convert Malin to the Church of the Goddess of Harvest," old Hoffman said as he ate his dinner, addressing the Ferreiro before him.

The latter snorted, "Does a kid who makes over a hundred thousand a month care about that bit of money from growing vegetables? They don't think about who gave them the Divine Arts they enjoy now, a bunch of idiots, trying to compete with the God of Justice for people."

"You can't say that; after all, it was our church that discovered Malin, and his foster father is Gaiate," old Hoffman said with a sigh, "Has he been to your place recently?"