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

After the early meeting at the imperial court, Thomas Six-Toes couldn't wait to intercept his old friend outside the hall: "Old Hagelberry, hold on a moment."


"I don't have a friend like you, you damn freak with six toes. What did you just make me say? Do you want to get me killed?" Old Hagelberry glared at him, and although the old man was fierce, Thomas felt relieved—this old man from the Hagelberry family had a sharp tongue but a soft heart, so if he could talk like this, he probably didn't take it to heart.


So, Thomas hugged the old man's leg tightly: "Please, Old Hagelberry, I want to know how you got this grandson-in-law. I've indeed heard about Lord Malin from my kinsmen, but those are mostly artisan's tales. I never imagined he would be such a... dangerous High Priest."


"Are you scared?" The old man from the Hagelberry family laughed loudly, patting Thomas's bald head.


Alright, the old man has forgiven himself!


Section 537: Bright Mirror (Part 4)