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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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540 Chs

Chapter 190: The Third 1068

The raven-haired Miss Maid Tifa had already thought that Shard would refuse, shaking her head:

"Don't worry, I'm not asking you to test the potion. Isn't it more convenient to use rabbits or mice for experiments?"

She pointed at herself:

"Actually, I just want to find someone to compare the effects of these three magic potions on different people. I'll drink with you, and then we can compare the different answers between us."

"You're going to drink too?"

"Of course, my own feelings are the most authentic. Besides, if I don't drink, Detective, would you drink something of unknown origin that I offer alone?"

But in reality, even if Miss Maid Tifa Servet were to drink as well, Shard still felt averse to the idea.

"I wouldn't have intentionally wanted to harm you. The lady introduced work to you, and even agreed with you on when to disclose secrets. You can doubt my intentions towards you, but you can't doubt my loyalty to the lady. This, Detective, you should understand."