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

Both men ordered drinks and then found a table to sit down and continue their conversation.


During this time, Captain Lades not only talked about the commendation he received at Red Water Camp after solving the serial murder case, but he also handed over 90 pounds, ninety percent of his reward, to Shard as they had agreed.


"Captain, after you returned to the camp, did anyone mention 'Captain Eight-Guns' to you again?"


Since Captain Lades had moved on from the incident, Shard dared to ask. Indeed, the middle-aged officer looked sad but was not despondent,


"Of course, people mentioned it, but things turned out much better than I expected. After all, I had returned after establishing my merits in Tobesk. The fact that I had been captured by the Carsonrickians indeed happened, so I accept that reality."


"I've always been curious, where exactly did you enter the battlefield? I haven't heard of any warfare breaking out in the Sicarl Mountain Region in the last six months."


Chapter 663: Captain Eight-Guns