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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 123 The King's Aunt

Shard stood up and gave a slight bow towards the half-open room door before following the black-haired maid named "Tifa" out of the room.

Miss Maid did not seem to want to engage in conversation with Shard, and in silence, the two found Mr. Nett waiting at the top of the second-floor staircase. The maid spoke directly to him:

"Give this gentleman 30 pounds, in cash."

After receiving an anxious reply from the man, the maid turned and headed back upstairs. Mr. Nett gave a slight bow and only straightened up after the maid had completely left the area. Shard wanted to ask him about what kind of noble "Miss Galina" actually was, but seeing his demeanor, he refrained from doing so.

Mr. Nett led Shard straight to the club's accounting office and personally knelt in front of the brass-colored safe. He rotated a total of three sets of eighteen tiny gears to open the safe and took out the money for Shard.