Rusty Dragon

The protracted 'witch hunting' had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years' War,  and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise.
Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said—
"Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!"

They all call me Great Master

Standing at the foot of the stairs, Malz bowed respectfully to Arthur, even speaking as he did.


"Thank you for your contributions to the Shire District."


"I will report truthfully and ensure you receive the appropriate rewards."


Arthur shook his head with a smile, holding his umbrella and carrying the Spirit Medium Box, with 'Anna' in his arms, he walked towards No. 2 Cork Street.


The onlookers from Cork Street immediately subconsciously cleared a path for him.


The residents of Cork Street showed envy in their eyes, although they were solid middle-class, not one of them had had the chance to be featured in the newspapers.


"As expected of Mr. Kledos, the 'Spirit Medium', he solved another case so quickly."


"No wonder these patrol officers suddenly found the culprit, it turns out they relied on Mr. Kledos."


"It's such a pity for the Allen family."


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