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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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405 Chs

Chapter 119: Beyas's Commission

Shard slightly composed himself, focusing on the matter at hand:

"Yes, there are records in Uncle Sparrow's diary, the agency's ledger, and his investigation progress chart."

"Please bring them all out, this matter is no longer your concern from now on. It's very dangerous. Do you understand, Detective? We don't want to repeat what happened to Mrs. Lawrence."

The church probably wanted to obtain all information related to Lady Lassoya and at the same time protect the commoner Shard, that's why they did this.

So he fetched the files on the commissioned investigation and spent half an hour with Miss Beyas checking them.

The young girl was not very good at handling paperwork, she was clumsy recording and organizing files, and even nearly let Mia nibble a small hole in the detective's diary pages.