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

Due to the Pantanal Voodoo Society poisoning the Earl a few days prior, there were sorcerers from the church present at this banquet. Thus, even though Shard had heard news of the Truth Society and cultists a few hours earlier, he wasn't particularly worried.


He timed it perfectly, planning to head to the manor's courtyard around nine o'clock to return the pair of earrings to Princess Margaret. Coincidentally, Mr. Benhart, having nothing else to do, decided to accompany Shard, as leaving the banquet hall alone would be somewhat conspicuous.


Although the banquet tonight was held indoors due to the weather, some people still gathered in small groups in the courtyard with glasses in hand, "admiring the moon." Of course, whether they were discussing matters in secret or engaging in deeper interactions among the young remained uncertain.


Chapter 870: Moon, Lock, and Snake