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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 168: MI6 Intelligence

After the handgun, Mr. Johnson continued to hand Shard new items:

"Firearm License and bullets. Your monthly bullet quota is 50. You have to wait until next month to get more, and when you do, you must specify how the old bullets were used. Some damned guys recently caused a lot of trouble by reselling arms on the black market... Keep the firearm license safe; if you lose it, go directly to Riddlevitch Field to replace it. It's already registered in your name."

Shard took the heavily oiled, weighty box of bullets with one hand, prompting Mr. Johnson to raise an eyebrow at his strength.

He continued to take items out of the carton, this time a sheet of paper:

"Your enlistment consent form. You can sign any name; it's mainly for ease of accounting. MI6 is part of the Royal Army, so you need to sign this."

Thus, Shard signed as Sherlock Holmes, noticing that every organization he dealt with seemed bothered by bookkeeping.

Mr. Johnson reached for one last item, again a document: