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

Seeing that Shard didn't understand any of this, Priest Augustus stopped walking, and together with Shard, they looked out the window at the morning scenery of Dawn Square:


"Shard, you obviously can't supervise the workers all day at home. Though the construction team I recommended is reliable and won't cause you trouble, how will you handle any issues during the construction process? Have them report daily? And do you really feel comfortable letting a group of strangers stay in your home?"


"Ah, young people are really not reliable in these matters. In that case, I will assign a supervisor from the church as your representative to assist you with the house maintenance during the construction process."


"Then how should I pay him? Daily or weekly?"


Priest Augustus looked at him curiously:


Chapter 451: Decoration Trivia