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

When the time comes, I'll get Svenson's kid to help him find work. Hmm, it seems like Logan still can't cut it. His business network can't reach this far.


Having finished his complaint, Malin turned and came to the front of the furnace, sitting on the specially designated soft cushion.


He knew very well that Logan had plenty of business on his hands, but nobody had the guts to approach Malin, and Logan wouldn't dare to push those trivial matters onto him.


"What are you thinking about, Mr. Malin?" Lulu sat down beside him, looking at Malin as if her gaze carried a message, Malin, your face is filled with memories and regrets.


"Thinking about stories from when I was little. Back then, Logan and I were Apprentices at the Church, and he used to recommend jobs to me, making a few hundred each time. Now, nobody comes to me with work."


"It must be that no one can afford to hire you anymore," Lulu said with a smile.


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