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

Lecia had been a formal student of Zaras Literary Academy in her lower years before returning to Draleon due to family reasons, which is why her foundational knowledge was very solid.


"This matter has already surpassed our ability to influence," she received news, "the Church of the Five Gods has directly sent a new High Ring Sorcerer from the Papacy to the Coldwater Port Parish, and each of the Three Great Magics Academies has also dispatched their respective professors from the political economy schools to rush here..."


Shard suddenly asked, remembering that Saint Byrons was the only academy that did not recruit correspondence Circle Sorcerers. At the time, he had asked the doctor for specifics, but the doctor's response had been very vague.


"Oh, that's right, you've only been here a month, so you wouldn't know." 


Seated behind a desk, Lecia, wearing a Silver Crown, nodded and explained again:


Chapter 353 School of Political Economy