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

As Shard noticed Mr. Asmon, the latter too spotted him and recognized this old acquaintance from Coldwater Port.


"I didn't expect to meet you here again. It always amazes me how destiny allows us to reconvene with different people at different places during our journeys."


The man dressed in a brown robe sat across from Shard, and they shook hands above the table. After that, the waiter came over again to take Mr. Asmon's order. Once the waiter left, the long-faced man began to speak to Shard with an earnest gaze:


"Oh, Mr. Watson, it was only after I read about the Big City Player in the newspapers and heard about Shard Hamilton that I realized who you were."


He must have noticed the Demon Card in the Champion Deck.


"Sorry, I'm actually a detective. Two months ago, I was given a difficult commission, and I had to assume the alias John Watson while in Coldwater Port. Same goes for this time; I'm in Midshire Fort for another tough commission."


Chapter 661: The Traveler and the Roder Card