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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 311 Coldwater Port Holiday

A peculiar sense of dizziness impelled Shard to blurt out his origins, though it was just an impulse. He was familiar with this sensation; at the dinner in Lakeside Manor, the captain of Iluna's squad had used a similar tactic on him.

"I..."

He stepped back and frowned:

"Miss, your action is not at all polite for someone who seems friendly."

The young girl also frowned as if complaining:

"Bad luck indeed, to randomly meet someone on the street and he turns out to be a Circle Sorcerer too. Sir, I apologize for my behavior, but I'd wager you definitely peeked at my belongings."

"Yes."

Shard did not deny it and observed her expression:

"Are you a Circle Sorcerer from Zaras Academy of Sorcery?"

"Are you going to report me?"

The blond girl asked, eyeing Shard as well. Her eyes were beautiful and lively.

"Of course not, what would I gain from reporting you?"

Said Shard, then pointing at himself he added, deciding to take a risk: