Half-step Purgatory

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.

Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

Rewo blinked open her eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling that left her a bit puzzled. After some thought… hmm, it seemed like she had drunk some fruit wine last night and got drunk. With absolutely no resistance to alcohol, she reached out and finally grabbed onto Mr. Malin's arm. Why am I sleeping under the bed?


In her confusion, Rewo realized she was wrapped in a blanket, murmuring like a cub as she struggled a bit before ultimately waking her Mr. Malin.


"Rewo? Ah, how did you roll off the bed again?" He sat up, then picked up Rewo and unwrapped the blanket from around her.


"I don't know." Rewo blinked and decided to play dumb.


Looking at the half-blood in his hands, blinking her big black eyes, Malin sighed with a hint of helplessness—no, this little girl might look foolish, but she's actually a very lively being. Besides loyalty, the most important trait of a Domestic Fairy is to have intelligence that could rival humans.


Chapter 420: New Dawn (Part 3)