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

He looked at the content of the card. A bizarre entity clutching a spirit seemed alive under the glow of the kerosene lamp.


Shard shook his head, dispelled his illusion, then asked,


"So, how are things on the third floor?"


"The third floor houses a bunch of impolite people. There are about fifteen or sixteen of them. According to my friend, most of them don't like to go out. They lock themselves upstairs all day and occasionally come down at night to look for some girls. They are waiting for a ship to the New World, probably fugitives wanted by the law."


Having said that, he stood up, bid farewell to Shard, and Shard took the card and bid farewell to Mr. Asmon as well.


He had a very odd feeling, perhaps a special ability of a Circle Sorcerer. Shard was sure he would meet this man, who claimed to be a Demonologist, again.


Chapter 387: Appointment