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

Killing Little Lisop with his own hands was a direct choice.


But having the mob kill Little Lisop was an even better choice.


"Not to stain my hands with fresh blood, and to gain benefits?"


Although I can't turn 'death' into art, still...


The man wearing a hooded cloak muttered to himself.


Thereafter, this 'Death Poetry Society' member altered the original plan—in the original plan, Gold was a disposable pawn.


He was the one to bear the brunt of the mob's fury.


The other party had a bit of 'potential.'


Maybe he could become one of his attendants.


Different from those 'attendants' sent previously by the Left Cantor and Right Pastor.


A true attendant, belonging entirely to him.


Moreover, in his mind, he had already arranged a 'Ghoul Ritual' for Gold.


Of course, Gold was never his first choice.


Chapter 385: Brothers in Trouble and You're Not There!