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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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312 Chs

Chapter 165 Carbon Paper

"You're looking at me strangely now."

The girl with beautiful brown hair said, before rising to her feet:

"It's getting late, so I should take my leave. Detective, our cooperation continues. If something comes up, I will write directly to you."

"Miss Beyas, where do you live? At the Sun Cathedral?"

"Certainly not, otherwise wouldn't that be directly telling others that Blackstone Security Company is a stronghold of the church?

She gave her own address, which, of course, was similar to Miss Luisa's rented apartment:

"I will continue to investigate the whereabouts of the Silver-Eyed One. So, goodbye, Hamilton Detective."

Shard escorted Miss Beyas downstairs and as he watched her leave Saint Delan Square, he suddenly realized that his relationship with Miss Beyas was strikingly similar to the "friendship" Miss Annette sought.