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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 · Game
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Chapter 177 With Beyas

Since there was an opportunity to chat, Shard spoke about what happened last night, on the rainy night. He kept his promise not to take any unrelated Relics, and Miss Beyas reported the two names to the church this morning.

Miss Beyas's Circle Sorcerer squad was not assigned to deal with this matter, but she had also heard from her captain about the Correspondence Circle Mage who broke into Mr. Ponton's house last night, killed the assassin from the Blood of Mercury, and then left with large strides.

"Detective, I guessed it must be you, your friends are quite impressive. From the signs of the struggle at the scene, it seems that the other party had almost no chance to fight back," she exclaimed, her eyes turning to look out the window.

"Three against one, isn't it normal to win easily?"

While flipping through a book, Shard asked, then gave a vivid example: