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

Marinda's normally unfazed eyes showed a hint of confusion, and when Arthur mentioned that name, the lady was even more stunned—


"Unless you have another lady who is 2.5 meters tall and with a robust physique by your side, then Lady Julie is indeed the one you're imagining,"


Marinda stared intently at Arthur, and after confirming that Arthur was not joking, the lady couldn't help but sigh.


Marinda had roughly guessed what Arthur was planning.


It was different from the layout she had been plotting.


Because this guy had never intended to deceive the countess.


In fact, he had planned to drag the countess into the game from the beginning.


If that was the case, then executing the plan would be much simpler!


Chapter 347: The Start of Sincerity!