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.
Chapter 182: The Missing Child
The lawyer probably thought that Shard was too young and didn't want him getting involved in gambling. Shard just smiled confidently and said,
"Look at this old deck of mine, do I look like a rookie at Roder Card? The most I can lose in a game is less than two shillings, and I don't think my luck is always that bad... Sir, on this boring morning, we should find something to do."
He purposely spoke with a heavy Tobesk accent. The lawyer just shrugged and gestured that they could begin,
"I do appreciate confident people."
The crowd around them was also excited. Although no one had seen this young man before, as long as the card game continued, giving them something to do, they didn't care if Shard was from MI6.
Shard still held onto the idea of not gambling, but now, sitting at the table, he aimed to gather information by winning money. Thus, this wasn't considered gambling.