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

Mr. Roland didn't look at Shard's cards, but took the glass from the waiter who delivered the wine:


"Although I consider myself to be better than the knights of the Northern Country, I had some minor issues at home in the fall, so I couldn't make the trip to the Northern Country. Actually, I planned to go."


Only after saying this did he notice everyone was looking at the table. The middle-aged waiter in an apron didn't leave immediately after delivering the wine; instead, he glanced at the table and then patted the poet's shoulder with a smile:


"Mr. Roland, it seems you've met your match this time."


Only then did the poet look down. On the table, Shard's three cards were Moon 2, Flower 11, and Sun 8, totaling 21 points.


Mr. Roland murmured in surprise, but he didn't say much more. Instead, as if inspired, he jotted down a few words in his notebook and then gestured for Shard to proceed to the second round:


Chapter 889: The Lucky Burden