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

"Sergei, please, we've always been doing good business, why do you want to back out just because that Southerner named Malin Gaiate warned you?"


    Marshal Cameron of the Northern Kingdom, one of the five marshals sitting around the round table, looked at his old friend and asked.


    He was very puzzled why Sergei chose to withdraw. Even if business wasn't as good as before, everyone still managed to keep the prices of many commodities, including wheat flour, at a very high level: "Everyone's making a fortune every day, Sergei, a kid scared you?"


    "That's a kid?" Sergei chuckled as well.


Section 542: You at This Moment (3)