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 379: Things Forgotten
Even though she didn't plan to stay here for the night, Dorothy still decided to have dinner with Shard before leaving.
Therefore, during the transaction that evening, Dorothy was still at No. 6, Saint Delan Square, observing the entire square through the living room window to aid Shard.
Shard had timed it right and stepped outside with a briefcase full of money. The setting sun cast its glow as the pigeons, still waiting to be fed on the square, didn't leave, and the vendors who hadn't packed up yet were waiting for the day's last batch of customers.
When Shard walked past the flock of pigeons, they suddenly took flight, and as he reached the fountain, they soared over his head.
It wasn't a long wait before Mr. Rondale, holding a document bag, appeared from the western corner of the square.
"I will not reveal your organization's secrets, but I also hope that, other than the person meeting me, no other member of the Hermit Society will know my identity,"