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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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390 Chs

Chapter 161 Intelligence and Compensation

Shard stepped out the door without caring whether Baron Hurl followed immediately. He walked down the corridor, and at the corner, he found Miss Beath, the young lady with brown hair, who asked expectantly:

"How did it go?"

"No problems. Hide quickly, he's about to come."

Shard said, and then complained:

"Conversations between nobles and merchants are so troublesome. When they talk, it seems like each word has three meanings hidden in it."

"You've worked hard. Detective, what reason did you use to lure Baron Hurl out?"

Miss Beath asked curiously, as if she were learning.

"I didn't use a reason, just gave him a meaningful look. For such a man, I don't believe he wouldn't be curious about the meaning behind that look. He definitely couldn't have imagined being attacked in the duke's mansion, so he would naturally be curious and follow. It's human nature."