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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 156: The Card Game

It was precisely because of the strange attitudes of the three gentlemen that not only Old Duke Lucas himself, but also the other guests who had been invited, were somewhat eager to find out what they had just seen.

"Well then, let the match begin,"

Mr. Mark fiddled with the bowtie at the collar of his white shirt and black formal wear and announced loudly.

The two middle-aged men from the Prophet's Society were on Mr. Mark's side serving as the dealers. In this era, superstitions prevailed, and people believed that women would bring bad luck to Roder Cards, thus no sultry ladies were seen dealing the cards on site.

Shard received his first card and then felt a bit nervous. He actually had no idea how to play Roder Cards and had only picked up some Roder Card strategies during the intervals of reading and playing with cats in the past few days, but he was definitely not a match for the veterans.