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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 · เกม
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Chapter 300: The Diary of a Circle Sorcerer

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The opened box mainly contained some clothes of decent fabric, with a few books tucked inside. On the side lay a silver mini liquor bottle, a pocket watch, and several black and white photos. The person in the photos was Jonathan Lemaire.

This was the first time Shard had seen a photo of the deceased sailor.

The lawyer explained:

"Mr. Lemer hoped that if he died of an illness and left a body behind, Mrs. Lemer, who inherited his estate, should arrange his funeral. If he died in a shipwreck without leaving a body, then Mrs. Lemer, who received his estate, needed to buy a local grave and bury the photographs, to make sure his spirit wouldn't get lost at sea."

This was a sailors' superstition; they believed that if a person didn't have a grave after death, their spirit would be eternally trapped at the bottom of the sea.

"No problem."