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

"Yes, there are many Carsonrickians doing business locally, and they brought the traditional beliefs from the southern side of the Rommel Mountains. It's quite complex and I can't explain it clearly, but if you need, you can visit the Carsonrick Merchant's guildhall to learn more."


"Ask the innkeeper, Tels, about fire worship, and the guild about southern beliefs..."


Shard took note of these things, and the bard wasn't surprised to see him pulling out a notebook to write:


"Moreover, although the order of the bygone day's Great One 'Twin Gods' no longer exists, there should be some local experts studying this area. You can look for professional folklore professors, as Midshire Fort also has a university."


"Anything else? For example, worship of death?"


The bard, as if reminded, clenched his left fist and hit his open right palm:


Chapter 618: The Order of Moon Worship