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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 367 Lonely Person

Taking advantage of the deserted alley, Shard used an Arcane Technique to unlock the door. After entering the house, he first put on shoe covers and gloves, then adjusted his hat.

He then saw that the furniture and household items were all still there, presumably the landlord and the second-floor tenants would move back in after everything was settled.

"I knew it, if I wanted to be a master thief, ordinary people definitely couldn't stop me."

As he ascended the stairs, Shard thought to himself.

There were no issues on the first or second floors, and Shard didn't try to open anyone's doors, but simply took a walk around the corridor.

The "Echo of Blood" didn't reveal any strange traces, but the "Echo of the Past" did let Shard hear some interesting conversations.

Within the last 48 hours, the second-floor tenants had returned. The voices were of a man and a woman discussing the young person on the third floor.