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

"Priest, speaking of which, where exactly are you going? You still don't know the destination at this point?"


While signing the "Group Circle Sorcerer Signature" section on the "Correspondence Circle Mage Outing Application Form," Shard asked curiously.


Priest Augustus lowered his voice, as he was organizing other documents on the other side of the desk:


"That's what Bishop Owen found out for me, otherwise I wouldn't even know what clothes to choose. Don't tell anyone else, the Papacy doesn't allow gossiping about it."


"What a coincidence? One of my clients also went there."


Shard said with a smile, handing the application form back to the priest. The cleric frowned as he looked at the sheet of paper he was holding, which was the "Saint Byrons Integrated Academy: Long-term Outing Guide for Correspondence Ring Sorcerers" and the "Saint Byrons Correspondence Student Regulations: Residency."


Chapter 564 Autumn Days