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

Jon Svenson woke up in his own private resting room, the young man sat up and saw his brother sitting in front of a small stove grilling venison—graciously provided by Sir Malin, who had asked the hunters of the Frost Giant clan to bring from the North, paying them with fine salt, wheat flour, and currency from a Firearm. The Frost Giants were very satisfied with this, and the soldiers guarding the front line were even more delighted because everyone had a piece of grilled venison the night before.


After getting used to eating sand, pebbles, and sawdust in black bread, Jon felt the joy of eating venison for the first time once again—it was meat, a big chunk of meat.


"Did we have any meat left from yesterday?" the elder brother rose from his bedroll.


"Sir Malin said there was some extra yesterday, so I took two pieces for breakfast," Link replied.


"You didn't get enough last night?" Jon asked with a chuckle.


Section 541: You at This Moment (2)