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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 64: Orb of Silvermoon

The Sunday dinner at Lakeside Manor was the most important event of the day for Shard. Yesterday, he had inquired about the dress code for the outdoor banquet from Dr. Schneider, who had told him to just clean up well. These types of banquets that allow strangers to attend usually have a large scale, so there was no need for overly formal attire.

However, if one were attending the party to impress a pretty girl, then of course one should dress sharply. Shard still remembered Miss Luisa making that remark teasingly, seeming quite familiar with this set of rules.

Since Baron Lavende had agreed to reimburse the travel expenses, Shard didn't need to leave too early.

He spent the morning playing with the orange cat and reading, of course, while he waited for clients to show up. Mia was the most well-behaved pet Shard could imagine, and she had adapted well to life at No. 6 Saint Delan Square, so Shard was very comfortable leaving her at home.