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 looked at the man across the table in surprise:


But he didn't think that a person he met at an inn in the dockside slums could just pull out a special card.


The man lowered his voice, speaking with an intonation, with a tendency to press down the last syllable. He touched his own scalp:


"I heard your conversation with the owner here just now and saw that you could patiently look at a notebook for half an hour. I bet you're certainly a Roder Card player, and quite a seasoned one at that. Such an aura is unmistakable. Would you be interested in betting on a game with me, using a special card as the wager?"


Shard shook his head, not wanting to complicate matters while on an investigation.


"No matter, then let's bet something else. If you win, you can buy my card for the low price of 20 pounds. If I win, you give me 20 pounds directly."


Chapter 386 Demonologist