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

Speaking to strangers to look for clues is not something that can be done in a short period, so Shard spent two hours in the afternoon visiting and questioning different people from the Noan Opera Troupe.


Similar to what the bearded landlord had mentioned, the people here also said that Mr. Bondy had been very happy for a few days after his eyes were cured three months ago, but his mood soon turned gloomy, and he gradually became afraid of the dark and of being alone.


His entire demeanor became nervous, and he even made some mistakes during the opera troupe's performances.


However, as for the use of prohibited drugs mentioned by the bearded landlord, the people in the opera troupe hadn't noticed anything. Their impression of Frank Bondy was that he was a friendly and extremely disciplined man. Mr. Bondy didn't even smoke; he only tried Roder Card after his eyesight was restored.


Chapter 471: The Music Before Death