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

"A roommate in an orange pajamas... finding such a friend is truly enviable,"


the young lady said, subconsciously touching the Ruby Earring on her right ear. At that moment, the waiter arrived with the vegetable salad she had ordered, and the two paused their conversation.


This restaurant in the Dock Area was relatively upscale, and during noon, it was crowded with diners. However, the tables in a high-end restaurant were not as densely packed as those in street bars. Shard and Miss Princess had chosen a corner near the wall, and since no one else was seated around their table at the moment, they could talk without worrying about being overheard.


"Speaking of which, Miss Princess, what do you do in this city?"


Shard asked. He had just revealed his own profession to facilitate inquiring about hers.


The young lady, clearly of noble birth, did not refuse to answer this time:


Chapter 312: Social Worker