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

The old witch sitting on the sofa nodded slowly to Shard:


"Yes, there is a witch in Velindale City, but I can't tell you which one. You've already heard the rumors, huh? Fine, I'll speak to her next week and tell her to keep a low profile for the time being."


Shard nodded and said nothing more. He was merely curious, now that both of the major human kingdoms in the material world had obtained some theoretical materials and models of the "difference engine", which direction this civilization of the Steam Age would take.


Throughout the entire day, Shard did not leave Midshire Fort. After lunch, he went to the House of the Blind and the railway black market to gather information. He did not hear any particularly valuable intelligence, but he did hear that after the earthquake, the nights in the Sicarl Mountain had become dangerous.


Chapter 659: The Reappearance of the Star Whale