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

No matter the reason, witches always despised men, therefore, except for Shard, they treated other men this way.


The person who entered was a middle-aged man dressed extravagantly, adorned with flamboyant medals on his red formal attire, and a flower pinned in his reddish-brown hair. His lower half was clad in dark red pants, with legs wrapped in white stockings that extended up to his knees, making them particularly striking.


He was about the same height as Shard but slightly thinner:


"Good evening, Ms. Cassandra. Oh, do we have guests?"


This "Earl Dalark of Canberra" was very polite. He saw Miss Aphrola sitting opposite Granny Cassandra and stayed at the door without rashly walking in. Of course, he also saw Shard standing by the wall, but naturally treated him as merely part of the background decoration.


"I'll introduce you, this is Viscountess Aphrola from Carsonrick."


Chapter 693: Bonfire Dance Party