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

When they arrived at the club, it was already two in the afternoon, and now it was approaching dusk. In the misty haze, the carriage slowly set off. Shard was thinking about his spending and repayment plans, while Miss Beyas was probably pondering the rewards she would gain after reporting important information. Thus, the two of them sat opposite each other in the carriage, though their conversation was sporadic.


Whenever they touched on certain sensitive topics, such as the earthquake in Lakeside Manor and the southern part of Tobesk, or the operation of the Detective Agency, Shard would immediately bring up the other's "honorary officer" status, forcing Miss Beyas to actively come up with new topics.


The detective, in a good mood, even planned to take Mia out for a big dinner tonight. He had never had so much money since coming to this world, and although he knew he needed to save, it was okay to celebrate occasionally.


Chapter 125: The Unexpected Arrival