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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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536 Chs

Chapter 133: Battle on the Bridge

"No problem, this is what I came to get."

Shard nodded, simply re-wrapping the makeup box in newspaper:

"The lady did not bring me your payment."

"She has already paid, she threatened us, and then bought it at a low price."

The Circle Sorcerer from [Blood of Mercury] said in a muffled voice, glancing at the stranger:

"You were hired by that lady, weren't you? She doesn't want us to know her true identity. But one can probably guess, with such tactics, it must be a witch from the Witch Council, just not sure which one, those crazy women..."

"You don't need to tell me your speculations."

Shard stopped him, not forgetting that [Blood of Mercury] were not good people; even if everything they said was true, it was still better to hear less.