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

Having confirmed Shard's identity, Mr. Walker spoke to him cordially but was rudely interrupted by Miss Luisa:


"Stop right there, Walker, Shard has no reason to help you. Besides, he may have the title of knight, but he's not capable of helping you smuggle out a whole train carriage of prohibited goods. We won't be a part of your bootlegging business. Now, let's get back to business, can you lower the price or not?"


Miss Luisa's delay here was not only due to the recent arrival of the police but also because, upon receiving the goods, she had just found out from Mr. Walker that the price of the parchment made from the hides of wild Triangular Antelopes she ordered had suddenly increased.


It wasn't that Mr. Walker wanted to fleece Miss Luisa; rather, because of an unexpected event on Thursday night, the cost of transporting these rare materials into Tobesk had significantly changed:


Chapter 297: The Gambling Game of Circle Sorcerers