Salty Fish Pilot

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.

Steampunk: Sixth Era Epic

Shard also said a few words about the immigration issue, but in fact, he was fondling the small box in his pocket that contained the Relic, "The Twenty-Sided Die of Destiny." While his ears listened to the conversations about the feasibility of migration, his eyes unconsciously wandered about, and then, he actually saw Mr. Lawrence. Detective Sparrow's report contained his photograph, and Shard had seen him at the entrance of the club not long ago.


"Hmm? What is he doing here, have all my acquaintances come... Mr. Lawrence is a major factory owner, so of course, there's no issue with him being invited to such a banquet."


Shard thought to himself, shifting his gaze away to see if there was still some of that delicious sheep's milk pudding on the table, thinking of bringing some back for the fostered orange cat at his home.


But suddenly, the young detective thought of a question:


Chapter 67 Lawrence and Lassoya