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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 377: Washing the Cat

After spending Saturday night, early on Sunday morning, Shard sent an urgent local letter to Miss Galina's estate, hoping to get a response as quickly as possible.

He had no other plans for today, so he decided to stay home and read and organize files.

After Shard sent the letter at eight-thirty, Dorothy came to visit again. On one hand, she was returning the detective files she had borrowed last time, along with the "Draleon Ancient Fairy Tales Stories Collection" that Shard had bought at an auction before the Blood Feast; on the other hand, she wanted to stay at Saint Delan Square today and continue to read those detective files to get more inspiration for her detective stories.

"Speaking of which, how many drafts do you have now?"

Shard was curious about this, and the blonde author smiled elegantly, showing her confidence: