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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 155: Wishing You Victory

The Old Duke said, testing the strength of the Detective's grip and finding it no less than his own, he then released the hand with satisfaction:

"I've heard about last Sunday's game at Lakeside Manor, that was splendid, such a pity I missed it. But even from their descriptions alone, I knew that Tobesk had once again found a master of Roder Cards."

Though he was advanced in age, he spoke with a vitality that was unmistakable, and Shard could clearly sense the military bearing about the man, more pronounced than even that of Captain Lades.

"Good, very good! Playing Roder Cards, it's most interesting when done with young people like you."