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

"Yes, we get a lot of precipitation here in both winter and summer, especially in winter."


Dorothy said while Princess Margaret was eagerly observing the street scene, and Dorothy instead was observing Princess Margaret:


"Miss Mary, how is the winter in Velindale different from here?"


Princess Margaret remembered that her companion was a female writer, so she tried to make her answer more elegant:


"Winter in Velindale is completely different from Tobesk, it's not a matter of cold versus cold, but more like..."


Shard, walking ahead, listened to the conversation between the two princesses, wanting to laugh but somewhat afraid to.


The two artsy young women continued discussing the winter scenery of Tobesk, and Dorothy would occasionally mention the detective stories she had written about Shard. As they approached their destination, the "Cameron Woolen Mill," Shard also joined the conversation, mentioning that not all the cases he took on were related to mysterious events.


Chapter 1008 Victor's Box