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 thought of the "Phantom Realm Sphere"!


Or more accurately, he thought of the last sentence in the remarks of the "Phantom Realm Sphere": the treasury of Baron Norvia!


Arthur couldn't be sure if the "Gentleman Thief" Carmen had successfully taken what he wanted from Baron Norvia's treasury, but on reflecting upon his interactions with Marinda, other than that treasury seeming to be related to the tiniest clue about 'Cat Hole. Nine Lives', nothing else seemed likely.


It couldn't possibly be related to the egg tarts made by Marinda's cook, Mary, associated with 'Cat Hole. Nine Lives', right?


Arthur silently recited this name in his heart.


Unlike South Los, Seberlin, Ainhars, Bert, Inner Bay, Rosha, and Sidon, where seven noble families equally divided the "Inland River" and acquired a great amount of tax through coastal trade to develop their territories and arm their armies, ensuring a stable life for the civilians within.


Chapter 237: A Morning Out!