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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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Chapter 176 Cold Afternoon

"Mr. Hamilton, the results obtained from divination and prophecy are often vague and metaphorical. Therefore, it may not mean that you can become a knight but something else entirely. Moreover, divination is not always right."

Mr. Stan admitted with regret, arms crossed. Shard offered no opinion on the matter, instead adopting a thoughtful expression.

Considering what to have for dinner.

After the divination was over, he bade farewell to Mr. Stan and Mr. Mark, and left the Prophet's Society. Normally, one would need to pay after divination, but both gentlemen insisted on not taking Shard's money. Compared to his contributions to the Tobesk Branch on the matter of the Roder Card, a little coin was nothing.