In the age of steam and mystery, becoming a student of the Thaumatology Academy by correspondence is something Xia De never thought of. A whispering voice sounded in his ear, who was reciting the poems of strangers—the old gods and alien worlds When the brass-colored ring of life rotates, the golden runes are flickering. The steam is leaping, the fire is flickering, the relics are echoing, and the old gods are revived. The hand stretched out after the thick fog, pushes aside the hazy curtain of the crazy age. Far away The guests explored on the land of the Old Continent, playing the melody of the next era. Stepping through the door of time to come here, Xia De put down his suitcase and looked at the silver moonlight above his head.