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

Miss Galina, dressed in a glamorous red gown sitting across the table, noticed that Shard was lost in thought and asked with a smile. The restaurant's waiters were pushing the cart over, but the maids did not allow them to approach the table; they were served by the maids instead, after all, witches really disliked men.


"I'm thinking about some strange things."


Shard said, with a cat beside his hand and also a box of eyeshadow placed in an enamel flat round box. The abnormal effects on the eyes caused by the blood brew of the Star Ocean Whale had long since faded, and this time the eyeshadow was not used to change the color of the eyes but to make his face look slightly different. People who knew him well could recognize him at a glance, but those not familiar would find it difficult to connect the two.


Knowing that Shard was going to adventure in Midshire Fort, she had taken out this sort of "cosmetic" that only witches could use.


Chapter 614: Fruit Wine