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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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Chapter 238 Ghosts at the Funeral

After lunch, Shard left the house after reading for an hour.

He found a carriage at the street corner and traversed the entire urban district to reach the cemetery outside the city. During the ride, the extremely bored Shard discussed the recent weather with the coachman and together they complained about the soaring prices before touching on their respective jobs.

Perhaps it was Shard's relatively young face and his approachable tone that made the coachman willing to chat with him a bit more. Of course, the carriage was not his own; the coachman rented it from the Tobesk Carriage Rental Association in the city, operated it within a designated area, and handed over a portion of the daily earnings to the association, using the rest to support his family.

Though this job paid better than that of the porters who lug bags around near the station, it hadn't alleviated the coachman's family from poverty. The main reason was that he had five children at home.