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

"Captain, did you come to the banquet with your superior?"


"Yes, but we are not just here to enjoy ourselves."


The captain glanced in the direction of Brigadier General Carter and the mayor:


"The Church of Nature wants to hold a blessing ceremony at Sicarl Mountain soon, so they hope that the Royal Army troops stationed at Sicarl Mountain will seal off the woods at an appropriate time to prevent others from mistakenly entering. The kingdom has already given its permission, and Brigadier General Carter is discussing the details with the local authorities, including the involvement of the police if there's a shortage of personnel."


"Blocking Sicarl Mountain? Isn't it the hunting season now? It's strange to seal off the mountain at this time."


Shard said, knowing without guessing that this was related to the large ceremony prepared by the Church of the Five Gods:


Chapter 687: The Undignified Vampire Kind