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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 · Game
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312 Chs

Chapter 179 Holy Prayer Day Commemorative Coin

"Lat had mentioned you before, Mr. Hamilton, good morning."

In the thin morning fog, the three people standing in front of Dawn Chapel greeted each other.

Bishop Owen, though appearing of age, spoke energetically. He looked Shard up and down and then lamented with Priest Augustus how the younger generation seemed to have more spirit than theirs had.

Bishop Owen was quite talkative, and he easily drew Shard into the topic of the Holy Prayer Day event they had been discussing.