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

Although it was a holiday, Malin always felt as if there wasn't one, because early in the morning, he had to crawl out of his warm bed, leave the Mage Tower with the dissatisfaction and regret of Clovis, and for the next month, his schedule was already packed. Malin's journey today started with a visit to the workshop in the morning.


Speaking of the workshop, Malin's workshop now seemed more like a part of this city. Looking outward from the city's first layer of walls toward the northwest, rows of chimneys, the clamorous hydraulic forging machines, and carriages transporting various materials filled the streets. Dwarves, humans, giants, gnomes, and half-humans in work clothes were everywhere in the streets and workshops.


Malin even saw some highlanders from the North; these fellows also sent some craftsmen over. However, considering they had never been in contact with firearms before, Malin had them start from scratch as apprentices.


Section 564: Finding Fun at Work (Part 1)