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

During dinner, another interesting thing happened. On his way back from the bathroom, after washing his hands, Shard ran into Miss Swift in the corridor.


The young apprentice didn't encounter Shard by accident; she seemed to be waiting for him:


With a bit of hesitation, she clasped her hands behind her back and stopped Shard in the hallway. Seeing that no one else was around, she asked softly:


"You met that Miss Sylvia, didn't you?"


Shard nodded, prompting the young lady with flaxen hair to ask with a glimmer in her eyes:


"We can't casually inquire about other Grand Witches, but I remember Miss Sylvia isn't very old."


"That's right, she's twenty-one this year."


Although discussing a lady's age is impolite, since Miss Sylvia is still young, Shard felt it was fine to answer.


Miss Swift nodded with a hint of disappointment.


Chapter 893: Magician's Escape Box