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 348: The Painting in the Safe
"Do any of you feel that something is not quite right here?"
Before Shard could explain what he had heard in a rational way, Professor Katja spoke up proactively.
Lecia looked at Shard, and Shard blinked, signaling her to not speak first:
"Indeed, something is off. This is too unusual. In fact, the house itself gives me a very bad feeling."
As he spoke, he walked toward the window, then bent down to inspect the broken statue.
Yet, with all of Shard's strength, he could not lift the statue. When he tried to rotate it, blood actually dripped from the statue's mouth.
The statue itself was just an ordinary item, but it used a clever mechanical device that allowed it to squirt out liquid. Such a macabre decorative piece further proved that there was definitely something wrong with Mr. Jude.
Alerted by the statue's oddity, the vigilant professor also approached the window, looked outside, and then motioned for Shard to check the door.