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

"Do you still remember the fool from the story I just told?"


"In fact, in the story I just told, the fool didn't die by accident, but rather... he desired death with all his heart!"


The Pigeon Breeder was stunned, disbelief flashing in his eyes.


How could someone who only knows how to show off desire death so earnestly?"


The Pigeon Breeder shook his head quickly, not accepting this notion.


The fool was ridden with guilt, and to compensate for this guilt, he had no choice but to pretend to be a fool—because he discovered that as long as he was ridiculed, humiliating himself, the person he felt guilty toward would be happy.


Chapter 208: The Pigeon Releaser!