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

"You mentioned the pearl, is it on that terrifying body, in the Undersea City, or in the hands of the Crimson Cult ritual leader?"


Mr. Edmund's face showed a look of regret:


"I'm not a merman, nor have I been to the seafloor. All these are recorded in steles and documents, and I can't even be sure whether that pearl is a Relic. But you will definitely not misidentify it, it is a golden pearl, about the size of half a fist."


Shard furrowed his brows and thought it over. It seemed that the only way to confirm whether the pearl mentioned by Mr. Edmund contained what he was looking for was to touch it directly.


"I have another question. Besides the Favored Ones of the Evil God, is there any other danger in Coldwater Port? I'm worried that other things might crop up."


Chapter 400: The Professor in the Tavern