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

Shard didn't wait long, just five or six minutes, before the unique sound of high heels meeting carpet echoed from the hallway outside. Judging by the footsteps, Lecia seemed to have brought quite a few maids with her.


He got up from the sofa to greet them, and after one of Lecia's maids opened the room door, Lecia and the Little Princess Angelina, dressed in a red gown, walked in together.


The Little Princess elegantly greeted Shard, then lifted her head to ask with concern:


"Knight, are you alright after Wednesday night?"


This was the first time she had seen Shard since the reading salon.


"I'm fine, just unconscious for a day."


Shard replied, then looked at Lecia, Her Highness the Princess nodded at him with a smile, displaying a very polite demeanor:


"Mr. Hamilton, the incident on Wednesday night brought you misfortune for no reason. Today, we've invited you to join us at the opera, as a formal apology."


Chapter 1018: Letter and Photo