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

Looking at the outstretched palm of the 'Spirit Medium' before him, Lord Lisop's eyes still showed displeasure, yet he was not rude.


Standing up, this noble shook hands with Arthur, and immediately started to write the details of the trade agreement on the contract that had just been made, marking some specifics.


For example, if the lord violated the contract, he would directly face death, and so on.


Once Arthur had checked for errors, the noble pricked his finger and dripped blood onto the page—unlike the public contract with Little Lisop, such private trade agreements required one party's blood as proof.


Especially the blood of the 'noble' side, which was more important.


Chapter 363 Can you catch it?