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

"That guy couldn't possibly expose such an obvious flaw!"


Although Marinda said this, her steps didn't stop, and she took out the Messenger Stone again.


This lady once again contacted her loyal coachman Edwin, instructing him to not only thoroughly investigate No. 6 White Bird Street, but also to increase manpower and keep a close watch on her properties in the Docklands.


Clearly, this lady had guessed something from Arthur's words.


Thus, the young 'Spirit Medium' didn't hide anything and directly confessed about his people being attacked on Rat Street—


"It must be that guy from the Death Poetry Society who has a certain fondness for me, right?


He instigated the remaining forces on Rat Street to siege my grocery store.


He even sent out 'Blazing Wind' Greta as a backup.


This guy must be one of those whom Old Lion allocated to his team, though I'm not sure where the rest are now?"


Chapter 381: The Heart's Eye is Petty and Stingy in Searching!