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

"Some trouble, if the enemy has enhanced invisibility, do you have multispectral goggles here?" Malin asked.


"What's that?" Old Jack seemed confused.


"Never mind, when I get to the Demon Hunter Guild, I'll go to my workshop and fetch a bunch myself." Malin said and thought to himself, you folks in the Northern Kingdom have big industries and big business, the Demon Hunter Guild should have plenty of fancy new weapons, can't wait to see what these northerners are playing with.


With such thoughts, Malin and the three others arrived at the Demon Hunter's Northern headquarters in Copenhagen.


Well, this facade looks much better than that broken door at Carterburg, thought Malin as he followed Old Jack through the door, and felt pleased with the sight of the hall rich in historical charm - look at this table, it's not bad, we in Carterburg are always simple folk, but we've been missing a table like this.


"Hal! Bring out our stuff to show our guest!"


Section 504: Wisdom is the Most Dangerous Weapon in Human Hands (Part Two)_3