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

The gunshot came from directly above the inn, and judging from the clarity of the sound, it did not originate from the nearby second floor but seemed to come from the farthest fourth floor.


The captain muttered a curse under his breath, apologized to Shard after gathering his playing cards, and walked with Lieutenant Hoyle towards the ground floor counter, clearly intending to go upstairs to check the situation with the innkeeper before the local police arrived. As they were dressed in Draleon military uniforms, they needed to maintain the scene and be in charge of checking for any victims that could be helped.


The guests on the ground floor silently settled their bills and left through the door, fearful of getting involved in any troublesome matters. Shard neither followed the two officers upstairs nor did he leave with most of the people.


Chapter 617: A Study of Midshire Fort's Folklore