Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

"Pamir City, still the same old self," Colin jumped down from the carriage, shaking his head as he glanced at the city gate and the City Guards who gawked at his convoy, "Too much peace makes one forget what danger looks like."

Unlike Pamir City, Carterburg faced the ocean, where Ocean Spirits would occasionally surge ashore. Humans and Ocean Spirits became hunters and prey for each other, enacting daily dramas of man versus nature. As a frontier area of the Western world, Carterburg’s vicinity was anything but peaceful, teeming with all sorts of Mountain Spirits and creatures.

So, the people of the frontier considered the gentry of the central region too feeble, while the central gentry thought of the frontier folk as uncivilized.

"Colin, pride is not always a good thing, and arrogance is never a good thing," Old Hoffman got down from the carriage, beginning to move about as the weather warmed.

This time, the Goddess of Harvest Church’s mobile forces in the Western provinces were mobilized in response to a notice sent by Sydney’s National Security Operations Department, which hoped the Church would assist them in eradicating a Chaos Cult.

The Archbishop of the Goddess of Harvest Church gladly agreed and then notified Old Hoffman, instructing the most senior Bishop of the region to lead a team to Pamir City.

"Yes, Teacher," Colin merely grumbled a bit; he didn’t even dare to bring Margaret, as the upcoming battle was too dangerous.

"By the way, Malin should be there too. Take him along this time and let him see some blood," Old Hoffman looked at Colin, "Your junior, it’s your responsibility to lead him."

"Yes, Mentor," Colin nodded. As Old Hoffman led the way toward the city gate, Colin followed his mentor closely.

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