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Steampunk: Sixth Era Epic

Arriving in a new world where the steam industry was booming, he inherited a three-story apartment on the capital's royal square, took in someone else's cat, and listened to the whispers at his ear, ready to witness this mysterious and bizarre era. The epic of the Sixth Era was about to commence, and behind the curtain, The Chosen One was destined to step into legend. Old Gods, Relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient secrets, the Era's brilliance... "Would you like to play a round of Roder Cards?" Time engraved the hours, as Silvermoon illuminated the shadows. I compose your legend, you whisper your verses to me.

Salty Fish Pilot · Games
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Chapter 115 The Power of Story

Feather Quill Lane's apartment layout was quite similar to Saint Delan Square, only the rooms were not as large as those in the Shard family's home. The lady, living alone, wasn't ready for visitors so early, but at least the living room wasn't too messy and didn't contain any articles of clothing that Shard shouldn't see.

The temperature inside seemed even higher than outside, and Miss Luisa's apartment was permeated with the unique aroma of spices. She had probably just finished breakfast, as Shard even observed half a bowl of salad remaining on top of the bowl cabinet in the dining area connected to the living room.

"Last night at the restaurant, Miss Luisa seemed to have also chosen a vegetable salad, Is she watching her figure?"

He speculated in his mind, but out of politeness, he refrained from looking further.