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

"I have a friend over at Midshire Fort, a captain, who asked me to inquire about the twin worship for him."


"However, I must emphasize that some of the texts I saw back in the day are forbidden by the church from being disseminated. I signed a contract with the church and some content must not be disclosed."


"That's alright, you can just tell me what you're allowed to say."


"Firstly, I'd like to understand, does the prehistoric tradition of twin worship have anything to do with death?"


The professor was startled and then shook his head:


Chapter 632: Corpse-Hiding Mirror