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

Dorothy nodded, her gaze somewhat dissatisfied as she looked at him:


"Yes, Shard, tonight. You'll need to prepare seriously. Even though Lecia is very familiar with you, you still need to show the right attitude. She can't linger outside for too long, His Majesty the King is furious because of the Sax Cavendish incident, and now nobody wants to provoke his displeasure."


Shard wasn't just happy to finally be able to meet Her Highness the Princess in Tobesk City, he was even more pleased to be able to get rid of the four one-shilling printing plates he was holding. Having those things in his possession, he always felt like he might be turned into a criminal at any moment.


"Time is of the essence, how should I arrange it?"


"I knew you wouldn't know what to do, but it's okay, I've already made arrangements for both of you."


The carriage started off towards Saint Delan Square, and Dorothy took out her notebook, which had the schedule:


Chapter 482: Meeting, Planning, and Streetlight