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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.

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Chapter 211: The Eve of the Banquet

The so-called "reward heavier than a medal" piqued Shard's curiosity, so after sending off his superior, he mailed the letter to Mrs. Lemer and then walked to Dawn Chapel.

Sitting pretentiously on a bench, he spent half an hour listening to the middle-aged priest behind the pulpit narrate the deeds of Mr. Dawn, essentially the religious myths. After the service, through the middle-aged priest, he found Priest Augustus, who was busy coordinating the church choir's schedule but still took the time to talk with Shard:

"Yes, I heard from Bishop Owen that the church intends to help you secure a weightier reward, but I haven't inquired about the specifics. You know, I've been extremely busy lately."

Old Cleric pointed to the group of children waiting behind him, as a veteran cleric who had experienced countless Holy Prayer Days, Lat August was absolutely swamped until the festival was over.

"Oh, and one more thing, if a reporter interviews you at the banquet tonight, don't forget..."