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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 73: Witch Council

The other party didn't even give Shard a chance to refuse; they just pushed the revolver into his hands:

"Sir, if you are not satisfied with this compensation, I'll leave you an address. Captain Lades is currently staying there. You can go to his apartment tomorrow and exchange this gun for more compensation."

Shard couldn't refuse and had to accept the gun. As he looked down at the gun in his hands, his fingers unexpectedly felt the raised, barely noticeable pattern on the surface of the barrel, which he interpreted as the words "Spear of Kindness."

It took him a while to nod, not understanding what was happening with his luck tonight.

He then received the address of Captain Lades, shared a moment with a group of people appreciating the topics of courage and loyalty, and continued searching for Miss Luisa. Of course, he couldn't wear formal attire anymore, but being in a white shirt wasn't particularly disrespectful: