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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 244: Staying Overnight

Miss Beyas didn't arrive until just before eight o'clock, her hair still wet as she followed Shard upstairs. Once seated, she complained to Shard and Miss Annette:

"This afternoon, our task force received a last-minute mission and was sent to the northern sewer to catch a few bold individuals selling forbidden goods. Do you know what it smells like in the Tobesk Underground Pipeline?"

She made an indescribable face:

"You'd better hope you never find out. After the mission, I went home and bathed for an entire hour before the smell began to fade."

"I don't smell anything odd now."

Miss Annette said, while Shard went to the kitchen to get some bread; Miss Beyas had come on an empty stomach, and hadn't even dried her hair completely.

"That's because I used perfume, very expensive perfume."

She tried to gesture the shape of the perfume bottle: