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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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521 Chs

Chapter 126: Balance

The conversation outside the car continued:

"You go up now, take care of the detective, and then we'll take this woman away together. Now that the church has traced us to the place we took Lawrence, trouble is probably going to get bigger. That androgynous person should be dead, and before dying didn't manage to fool the cultists about who they wanted. Lawrence was a rare suitable vessel for the Lord of the Blood Feast to descend... Move quickly, don't use the methods of a Circle Sorcerer to kill, or it will be easy for the church to track us down."

Shard adjusted his coat, revealing part of the revolver on his waist.

"I know that, of course."

The man with the local accent spoke, then cursed something so filthy that Shard couldn't even translate it into Chinese:

"You always make me do these dirty killing jobs."

"Stop talking nonsense and go, do you want to wait for the True God Church's team of Circle Sorcerers?"

There was a sound of scuffling that followed.