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

Last time there was the "Blood Debt" incident involving Professor Higgins, Shard had a pretty good impression of Mr. Armand Benhart.


So, even though he knew the other party was of the Vampire Kind and knew they had settled in a local winery, he did not report them to the church. This time, the witches obviously wouldn't pretend this person didn't exist, and more evidently, even if the other party was a Vampire Kind of the Inner Ring, they absolutely wouldn't stand a chance against any of the Grand Witches in the room.


That was all Shard could think as he walked towards the warehouse.


Chapter 692: Lucky Benhart