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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.

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Chapter 217 Mutual Trust

"I will help you heal your eyes."

As Miss Beyas grew more and more aware, Shard quickly spoke, his right hand reaching for the water bottle in his pocket, but Miss Beyas immediately grabbed his wrist.

It seemed to be the second time tonight that someone had grabbed his wrist.

The girl with brown hair and lifeless eyes looked at Shard:

"Detective, you wouldn't deceive me, right?"

"...Of course not."

"Good, then you must clarify later what exactly this is all about."

She nodded, let go of Shard's wrist, and signaled that he could start the healing.

The damage to Miss Beyas's eyes was similar to that suffered by Miss Luisa a week and a half ago. Miss Annette's eyes, on the other hand, were completely undamaged, and Shard believed this was not because she had closed her eyes in time but likely had something to do with the eyes themselves.

"Could it be a Demon Eye? But there's no Whisper Element."