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

"Have Zeta's company commander take some people over and see what's in the warehouse," Malin said, curious to see what was bold enough for the gang to dare checking the warehouse.


Tuojin nodded, then turned and sent his signalman to find the commander of Zeta's company.


Malin noticed the elder being dragged over, his left leg gone, the hastily treated wound still oozing blood, but at least he was alive.


Malin stood still, watching as the elder was dragged in front of him.


"Sir Malin, this is William, patriarch of the Dole Vince family," said the soldier who dragged him over.


Malin gestured for the soldiers to step back, and they threw the old man to the ground, one of the soldiers even spitting on him.


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