Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

Then things spiraled out of control.

Fate had never intended such a development from the beginning, but that was indeed the course of events, which must have involved the so-called workers, who were actually Chaotic Believers.

"Mr. Donald, come in, it’s too chaotic outside." The young child stood at the open door, looking at Donald.

The latter nodded, "We... we have been deceived by the Chaos."

"That’s quite normal, isn’t it? Humans are such a species that enjoys hating each other." The elf with pointed ears smiled, "Mr. Malin has instructed that this is his property, and he does not wish for anyone to see an assassin living on it."

"I know, sorry, I just feel... like I’ve become a homeless good-for-nothing again." Donald sighed as he walked toward the boy, "Sorry, I’m rambling again."

"Yes, you’ve been working in the cake shop for a year now, Mr. Malin’s private shop wasn’t affected this time, we’re already very fortunate." The elven boy said.

Following him into the shop, Donald, out of curiosity, asked a somewhat foolish question, "What do you think of the workers outside?"

"Them? I believe Mr. Malin will handle everything," the elven boy seemed to have a blind faith in his opinion, Donald smiled—before he faced his former comrades who wanted to kill him in another safe house, he had felt the same way.

But facts speak louder than words.