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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 · Jogos
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392 Chs

Chapter 103 Afternoon

Just as Captain Lades had said, the gunfire had sounded only once, and the noisy clamor quickly faded downstairs. Shard breathed a sigh of relief and was about to continue the topic they were discussing when gunfire erupted again from below.

Shard had assumed that Captain Lades would remain composed; however, the middle-aged man froze for a moment before his eyes widened with a look of shock and disbelief as he stared towards the window.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem this time?"

Shard immediately inquired.

"Three-four Blackjack Bullet! Grass Pocket Single-shot Pistol! It's MI6!"

The man who had been calm was now shaking uncontrollably, his face filled with terror that seemed even more exaggerated than if Shard had seen the Evil God again.

Shard also tensed and shrank back, but he quickly regained his composure. Detective Sparrow couldn't possibly be involved in the incident, and even if there were an incident, it wouldn't involve him, so he didn't need to be anxious.