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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 36: The Returning Doctor

"Detective, you are lucky; if I hadn't had this Relic on hand, the deal might not have gone so smoothly. After all, for a weak Circle Sorcerer, overly mysterious knowledge and too powerful weapons are equally dangerous... Detective, I won't fuss over the matter of the Box of Darkness. It was a pleasure to cooperate with you."

The lady's words behind the door seemed to suggest it was time for the guest to leave.

Shard closed the ring box, taking it from Miss Maid. As Miss Maid moved back toward the door, instead of bidding farewell and departing, he collected his emotions and said aloud:

"Madam, might I have the honor of knowing your identity?"

"You do not have that honor, for the time being."

The woman spoke bluntly, and Shard seemed to hear the black-haired Miss Maid accidentally let out a chuckle as she pushed the door.