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

The carriage came to a steady stop in the small square.


After the patrol officer opened the door, Arthur, holding an empty cage in one hand and embracing Pendragon in the other, entered the Shire District Police Station and headed straight for the Police Chief's office amid greetings of 'Consultant, good afternoon.'


Malz, who had returned to the station ten minutes early, was teasing the 'Police Chief' with a cat toy made from feathers and willow branches. As a solitary old man concerned about his cat's care at home, Malz chose to bring his feline to work.


As for the rule about not bringing pets to work? 


Well, it had been nonexistent since he started keeping a cat.


As the boss of the Shire District Police Station, it was quite convenient for Malz to do certain things.


Chapter 190: Honesty Wins Twice!