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

After a brief hour of sleep, the door to Marinda's study was knocked.


Marinda quickly rubbed her face, dispelling the tiredness, and then picked up her pipe again.


Tobacco helped Marinda swiftly regain her spirit.


Large boiled beef, fresh cherry tomatoes, pickled onions, cucumbers, radishes, and a cup of extra strong coffee.


That was the menu Marinda had requested.


Lots of fruit were beneficial for her after consecutive nights without proper rest.


Without knife or fork, and forgoing all manners, Marinda grabbed the food with her hands and stuffed it into her mouth, while her gaze fell upon the letter Mary had brought in.


Seeing Arthur's signature, Marinda was somewhat surprised.


But upon reading the content of the letter, the lady couldn't help but laugh.


Chapter 69 'Fragrance'! (Please follow~ Please support~)