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Steampunk: Sixth Era Epic

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.

Salty Fish Pilot · Games
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Chapter 141 The Price of Growth

"Wind Vane Bluegrass" is not only a material for learning arcane techniques, but also for spellcasting, although each spellcasting only requires a diluent of some plant extract.

"This plant from the Old Continent went extinct hundreds of years ago. There is an artificially cultivated nursery at the Chemistry Academy, but the next harvest isn't until two years from now. You're quite lucky."

Professor Garcia said.

"Lucky? So, an entire season would..."

Shard's thoughts were pulled away from the matter of the doctor, as he looked toward the professor.

"About thirty years. You just happened to come across the twenty-eighth year, your luck is indeed quite extraordinary. This peculiar plant doesn't have a very long growth cycle, as you might not realize. Usually, the plant materials used by circle sorcerers do not flower and bear fruit annually."

Shard somehow thought of the story of monkeys and peaches. He shook his head to refocus his scattered thoughts, and the professor chuckled: