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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 342 The Second Chosen One

"Speechwriter? I wrote it myself."

Upon hearing Shard's request, Priest Augustus pointed to himself and asked with a puzzled tone:

"Is there an issue with the speech?"

"No, there's no issue, it's just... Priest, are you good at writing such things?"

Shard inquired further, and Priest Augustus nodded with a hint of pride:

"I've been in the church since my twenties, and most of that time I've been responsible for similar clerical work, writing speeches and public documents my whole life."

Shard looked at the elderly man in front of him with great admiration, thinking him even more talented than Dorothy, who often polished reports.

After the speech concluded, Shard's work in the church was essentially complete. Bishop Owen took time out of his busy schedule to meet him, and not only did he give Shard 20 pounds for his speech, but he also encouraged him to visit the church often, suggesting the bishop thought this outlander had the potential to be a deeply devoted believer.