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

Sir Camelon looked at Shard's expression immediately after speaking. Although Shard did not want to show an impolite expression in front of the client, this matter indeed challenged his intellect:


Shard nodded, raising his teacup to partially cover his face. Baron Camelon gave an awkward laugh and leaned back slightly on the sofa:


"Every 36 hours, by opening the lid in a special way, you can obtain a banknote with the exact same number as before. Of course, you have to use the box's button to select the banknote denomination before opening, whether it's coins or banknotes, be it Gold Pound, Shilling, or even Carsonrick Crown. Yes, I know it must be a scam, but Jimmy firmly believes in it. He..."


Chapter 1007: Detective's Assistant and Writer's Assistant