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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.

Salty Fish Pilot · Bandes dessinées et romans graphiques
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Chapter 307: Return to Coldwater Port

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"All right, I'll get back to you within a week. Since you're only looking for more well-known research groups, I think it won't even take a week."

The professor accepted the envelope of money without even looking to see how much was inside before putting it aside, then said somewhat embarrassed:

"Detective, actually I was planning to go see Luisa these next few days... I've had that kind of dream again."

"What? How could this be?"

Shard was startled; it had been nearly a month since the 'Joyful Dream Pen' had gone out of control, and Miss Luisa had clearly confirmed that the professor's health was recovering quickly and that he had not suffered any further psychological impacts.

"How many times did you dream? When?"

"Once, just yesterday."

"Then give me your hand."

Shard grasped Professor Manning's right wrist, and with an expression of worry on the professor's face, he listened intently. After about ten seconds, he relaxed and let go of the professor's hand: