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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 92 Holy Water

Dr. Schneider had not been admitted to the hospital, as his ailment was not something that a regular physician could treat. When Shard and the Old Cleric entered the doctor's bedroom on the third floor of the clinic, they found him in his pajamas, weakly leaning against the headboard of his bed, conversing with Miss Annette and Miss Luisa, who had arrived earlier.

There were also two chairs beside the bed, clearly prepared for the two gentlemen.

The layout of the doctor's bedroom resembled that of the late Detective Sparrow, featuring a canopy bed against the wall, surrounded by bookshelves, a wardrobe, and a desk. Even the lotus-shaped gas lamp on the desk was similar, though it was clear that the doctor's was more expensive.

Shard noticed the gear knob on the side of the metal instrument, an indicator that this lamp's brightness could be finely adjusted, representative machinery of this Steam Age.

"You have arrived."