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

Then he turned his head to look at another: "Who is he?"


"He's my third brother's eldest son. Last year, he lost half an arm on the battlefield against Chaos. Can you regenerate it?" Victor asked with some astonishment, as in his eyes, this was something not even a legendary clergyman could necessarily accomplish.


"I can try," Malin said, then gestured for the young man to come over. With the encouragement of his father, the young man finally approached Malin: "Your Grace, I'm deeply moved by your kindness, but I know all this is too difficult. I have never seen anyone who can purify and regenerate a wound caused by Chaos."


Encouraged by Malin, the young man rolled up his sleeve with the help of his peers. Malin examined the wound—an arm missing two-thirds, the external treatment was very professional, but there was still unpurified chaotic energy on it, which would cause the young man constant pain, a pain that might take decades to heal.


Chapter 510: Crime and Punishment (Part Two)_2