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

It was heard that even the Frost Giants were coming to join the grand event at the workshop, which surprised Malin to find that neither the Dwarves nor the Half-humans reacted at all. As for the Elves and Gnomes, who had enmity with the Frost Giants in the past, the ambassador merely laughed upon hearing the news. As for the master Gnome craftsman, he even commented that it was a private matter of Lord Malin.


By "private matter", Malin understood; after all, he was partly a Frost Giant, even though his height never supported his claim. However, the behavior of the other three races left Malin truly clueless, so he had to make some indirect inquiries on the human side.


Faye gave an answer—the Frost Giants liked to make big things. Their one-handed swords would be considered colossal weapons among the other races, fit only for those of exceptional strength, unwieldy and embarrassing for anyone with a strength below 16.


Chapter 492: It's Rare That a Transaction is Always Pleasant (Part 2)