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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 170 The Knife Holder

"Antiques? Are they valuable?"

Dr. Schneider asked casually while examining the body, Shard, who was checking the bloodstains around, listened as well. The sound of rain was loud, forcing the conversation among the three to be louder.

Silverware still symbolized status in this era. In adventure novels, it was common for maids and lovers to elope, taking the master's silverware to fund their travel and living expenses. If the silverware was also antique, it would be even more valuable.

"Very valuable. Even an Earl of that level could use these two sets of silverware as family heirlooms."

Miss Luisa once again showed her grasp of "useless knowledge," likely learned from another princess.

Shard turned and asked,

"That's strange. Isn't the doctor's investigation saying that this factory owner was just acting as an agent holding the Tobesk property for 'Blood of Mercury'? He himself shouldn't be wealthy."

He then skeptically looked at the boy's body and had a theory: