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

Regarding the information about the "Bloodline Clan," Arthur knew very little.


Besides knowing that the "Blood Marquis" had allowed his son to inherit the "Talent" and awaken the "Bloodline," causing the entire "Bloodline Clan" to disappear completely during the "Seven Years' War," he also confirmed that there was something fishy about the disappearance of the "Bloodline Clan."


Therefore, to perfectly play the role of the elder brother of the "Bloodline Clan" member in front of him, he had to make up for this gap.


That was the solution Arthur thought of.


However, compared to schizophrenia, amnesia was more suited to the current situation.


If there were any secret techniques or potions within the "Bloodline Clan" members that could treat "amnesia," and he were to be treated or take them himself, it wouldn't be too late for him to then experience schizophrenia.


Chapter 222 That Night's Moon...