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

When he just saw the textual prompt, his instinct told him that he should burn that painting——it was an instinct from the depths of a being's soul, as if it were a reaction imprinted in his soul by countless ancestors, even though he had never encountered anything like it before.


Only when the blaze rose did the unease in his heart completely disappear.


However, Arthur's gaze shifted to his attribute column——


Everything that happens has its cause and effect!


Arthur had never encountered such a thing before, but ever since his [Spirituality] went up by 0.1, he began encountering these strange occurrences.


In an instant, many speculations surfaced in Arthur's mind.


Arthur's expression gradually grew unsightly.


Because these speculations were not at all good.


Especially the worst one, which made Arthur raise his hand to rub his brow——


Chapter 48: Poison of the Vulture, Like Purgatory!