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

The King of the Northern Kingdom was a middle-aged man with a stern face, who appeared to be older than His Majesty Goethe of Sydney.


In terms of legends, he did not seem to be one, which was quite fatal, I fear his son will be dead of old age, and that Goethe kid might still be bouncing around for a while.


But this was not something for Malin to worry about, being a guest, Malin had met quite a few nobles of the North under the guidance of this man over fifty.


The Northerners were visibly stronger than those from the South, perhaps it was as they said, the result of humans intermarrying with Frost Giants, or maybe it was due to genetic manipulation from the past, in any case, when Malin saw these big fellows, he always had an air of frustration in his heart that he couldn't vent—how can each and every one of you be so tall? He really wanted to break something.


Chapter 511: Crime and Punishment (Part Three)