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

Arthur flatly denied all three accusations and quickly shut the door.


"Harris has told me everything—he fell for Isidore's scheme, completely focusing on you, allowing Isidore's 'scent' to fade away."


Marinda laughed without any semblance of self-image, her body rocking back and forth.


Arthur didn't respond, heading straight to the kitchen—the rainstorm outside had lessened, but the autumn rain had already brought a chill to the whole of South Los.


On such a night, the best way to keep warm was naturally hot pot.


But with ingredients lacking, Arthur had to settle for the next best thing.


He opted for hot cocoa with added milk and sugar.


Chapter 133: Checks and Balances x Agent x Pie Drawing