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

Since he had gained more information about that "game of life" in times past, Shard became actively involved in conducting an investigation.


And the method of investigation was naturally to commission others to help him gather information. This was an inevitable matter, for Shard had no direct channels for intelligence. Unless the Silvermoon Library, referred to by the librarians as "the repository of all knowledge," opened its doors to him, Shard could only honestly seek help from others.


On Monday morning, as Priest Augustus had just finished breakfast in the chapel's dining hall and was thinking of taking a walk in Dawn Square to aid his digestion, he saw Shard hurriedly alighting from a carriage:


"Oh, Detective, you've come so early; surely you're not here to listen to the sermons, are you?"


Chapter 466 God of Gambling and Demon Hunting Seal