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

"Great, Wargen, I knew I could trust you. So, Casaman, what intelligence do you have?"


"This past week, aside from gathering information on the new tenants in the old city district just like Wargen, I've also confirmed the midway transfer and route of the gold transport. If our timing is just right when we complete the mission, I suggest we hit the transfer center. There should be plenty of gold bars there. I've even had my subordinates confirm the guard rotation times. As long as we can ambush the rotating guards and don their uniforms, we could very well complete our operation without spilling a drop of blood."


"So the guards don't know each other well?" The Sect Hierarch, now interested, asked.


"They're not familiar with each other. They use objects to confirm each other's identities. I've seen them comparing objects through a telescope. As long as we find the objects, we can do all this." Casaman had clearly put a lot of effort into this operation.


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