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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 280: The Ownership of the Ring

"Please trust me, absolutely do not drink too quickly,"

Shard advised kindly as Miss Galina took the cup. The Duchess looked at him with a puzzled expression, then held the cup and sipped twice. With the action of swallowing, her fair throat moved slightly.

She heeded Shard's advice and only drank three sips before closing her eyes. A full half-minute later, she placed the cup on the coffee table:

"It has some effect."

Without any further comment, it seemed to have an effect, but it was not particularly noticeable.

Shard didn't bring up the matter of helping with healing again. After taking out the jewelry box with the necklace, he went back to the events that had occurred the previous night in the ruins.

He omitted crucial information about the fight, discussing only the outcome, but he still mentioned how he was grabbed by the neck and lifted by the vampire when the Ancient Witch's Golden Necklace suddenly lit up.