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

Their existence was destined to be erased.


Since those hairy ones to the east were still considering—Shelton over here said he had passed the word, and the other side was discussing it.


With that said, Malin naturally wasn't in a hurry to go to Rongma either. At House of Brice, there was a Thainan cook, so Malin simply discussed with her how to make delicious noodles. They quickly became private friends, and the Thainan cook expressed that she had lived for over thirty years, but this was the first time she had seen a Noble from the Western Human World with a taste for Northern flavors.


Malin laughed, thinking to himself that she probably didn't know she was actually facing a Southerner with a taste for the North.


Section 445: Blood of Kang Cai'en (Part 2)