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

The auction concluded without any incidents, and Shard gained some experience while Miss Princess enjoyed herself. After the auction, people quickly dispersed, merging back into the crowd on deck. The wooden boxes at the front of the deck were removed, and the long benches were swiftly moved away. The entire auction lasted less than forty minutes; some of the guests hadn't even noticed what had taken place.


The atmosphere on the ship was now buzzing, with matched men and women or other combinations gradually making their way into the cabins.


Of course, there were those who tried to hit on the distinctively charming girl by Shard's side only to be harshly dismissed by Shard, speaking with a thick Tobesk accent.


"I didn't expect you to say something like that."


"I have no respect for this kind of chaos, this sort of party..."


Chapter 322 Fishbone Pirate Ship