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

Even though he rushed down to the first floor immediately, Shard was still a step behind.


When he arrived on the first floor, he just caught sight of Miss Beyas, looking unwilling, being dragged by a person wearing white gloves into a side hallway.


Ladies attending a banquet would usually wear intricate lace gloves of sophisticated design, whereas plain white gloves were more common among men.


With a frown, Shard promptly followed. Of course, before pushing the door open to enter that hallway, he first inquired of the banquet hall's waiter what that area was used for.


"Sir, that leads to the kitchen and also to some spare rooms provided for the chefs to rest in."


Chefs worthy of preparing dishes and refreshments for a banquet of such caliber indeed deserved their own restrooms.


Shard nodded and walked into the hallway. Though general guests were not allowed in this "staff area," Shard did not consider himself a general guest.


Chapter 216 The Meeting of Three People