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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 163: Four Questions

Shard held the Relic in one hand, and reached out to Miss Beyas with the other. The latter looked at him, then at the bone finger.

In the shadows of the alleyway, her expression subtly changed, taking a good long while before she firmly grasped Shard's hand:

"Detective, you must explain yourself."

Her voice was no longer as light-hearted as it had been minutes earlier when discussing the reward with Shard.

"Of course, I'm sorry... could you relax a bit?"

The strength of her grip was considerable.

"Just for a few seconds."

As she spoke, the Ring of Fate actually appeared behind Miss Beyas. Shard thought there was going to be a fight, but none of the Spirit Runes were activated, instead, the Ring of Fate itself began to flicker with light.

That light shone on Shard, and a golden scale illusion materialized beside Shard and Miss Beyas.

"Detective, you need to regain my trust."

"Hmm?"