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

Miss Princess had only brought Shard to the tavern; she had no business to take care of. So, after some idle chatter, Shard began discussing with the barkeeper his desire to acquire a Currency Relic.


Relics were not easy to find. Luviya, through the Academy, the Prophet's Society, and Tobesk's black market, had been buying such Relics all year round, but she still could not meet the excessive demands of her "Accurate Divination". That's why Shard had taken the trouble to come to Coldwater Port City; seaport cities had more extensive connections and hence, more opportunities.


"No problem, I'll put up the commission for you. If there's any news, I'll tell you the next time you come. But if the deal is done, the tavern will take a cut,"


"Of course, that's fine. By the way, do you have a commission sales list for Relics here?"


Chapter 315 Mr. Daknis