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.
Chapter 237 Funeral and Cat
"After so many years, all the resentment has ended, but in the end, it seems they still wanted to trouble me one last time, hence this request."
"Yes, as long as there's money involved, it's actually not difficult to find a fallen aristocrat to read an elegy. Therefore, this can only be considered a slight inconvenience. I suppose they also hope that Mr. Worsent can be buried as soon as possible."
Shard agreed, in a place like Tobesk, what's least scarce are aristocrats, and what Mrs. Worsent is not short of are Gold Pounds.
He picked up his teacup and pretended to drink, but in reality, he was pondering. After putting down the cup, he asked:
"So you want me to go?"
"Yes, you, Rejed's Hamilton."
Shard shook his head cautiously:
"I'm sorry, although knights are considered nobility, they do not have titles. Why not find those barons who are desperate for money? I think it wouldn't be difficult."
Mrs. Worsent gave the answer: