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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 232: The Door and the Relic

"Temperatures below freezing point can better preserve liquids,"

the Priest said, shaking the test tube in his hand as he spoke to Shard. He then showed Shard his "cooling box" in the basement. It was a metal box wrapped in blankets, straw, and canvas, containing blocks of ice with large holes carved out to store potions or herbal medicines that needed to be kept cold.

Priest Augustus merely lifted the lid for Shard to take a glimpse, the cold air hadn't even escaped before he quickly covered it:

"Ice blocks in Tobesk's summer are quite expensive, I got this from..."

Old Cleric's face rarely turned red:

"from some losses at the church. Therefore, Saint Byrons's Chemistry Academy is quite costly; without money, you couldn't learn these things."