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

Rhodes nodded, "You've passed the test, Simon. Starting today, you are a member of the Sharpshooter Team under Lord Malin. Congratulations."


This kind of shooting technique, adjusting while firing, Rhodes could do it too, but he would at least need a four-power scope; whereas Simon accomplished it with mechanical sights alone.


And this middle-aged man who looked rather elderly seemed very happy, saluting Rhodes: "Thank you for your recommendation, Lieutenant sir!"


"Don't thank me. Moreover, once you complete the training course that Lord Malin has given you, you will also become a glorious lieutenant." Rhodes patted the middle-aged man's shoulder, preparing to say some encouraging words when he heard exclamations from a nearby shooting range.


Someone shouted this, and Rhodes looked towards where the voice was coming from, just in time to see Lord Malin walking beside his cousin and Carter.


Section 570: Conflict (Part One) _2