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

And now, after he had teamed up with Lord Malin to provide firearms for the military, he even gained the right to recruit new talent at the academy where Todd was located.


Today was the day Todd's class faced Antoine's selection, where Antoine would choose those clever enough and also able to focus on achieving the vocation of a craftsman among the commoners' sons.


Such children were usually the best candidates to develop.


But both Antoine and Todd felt that there was no need to focus on development at such times, as the craftsmen would automatically unite around Lord Malin. All Lord Malin would have to do was call to arms when the time came, and the craftsmen would know for whom they were fighting.


Lord Malin was indeed a good friend to the ideology; his every word and deed were genuine, and he hoped other comrades would feel the same.


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