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

Late at night, outside the gates of No. 2 Cork Street.


Lord Lisop's butler stood next to the carriage, looking towards the alley entrance with an anxiety that seemed to materialize before his eyes—


Indeed, those so-called Hidden Guards are not to be trusted!


They've exposed themselves without even realizing it!


Now the young master has to endure such great humiliation!"


Thinking of what had happened in Elta Square, the butler was deeply anxious.


In the butler's view, his young master's plan could not possibly go awry!


Therefore, the fault could only lie with those Hidden Guards who had been recruited.


And every time he thought of his young master being punished for someone else's mistake, the old butler began to pray.


On the carriage, Lisop glanced at his elderly butler, let out a cold laugh in his heart, and then closed his eyes to think quietly.


The failure of Little Lisop had no impact on his plan.


Chapter 361: I'm Just Good at Guessing, and I Never Lie!