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

"What kind of organization is the 'Death Poetry Society'?"


To most people, the members of this organization are sick.


After all, normal people stay away from death, whereas the 'Death Poetry Society' worships it.


Therefore, the 'Death Poetry Society' has irreconcilable differences with normal people.


Thus, what normal people pursue is truly insignificant to the 'Death Poetry Society'.


For example, the mineral resources of South Town!


Others, powers that be, may covet them eagerly.


But now that the 'Death Poetry Society' has gotten involved, it must be for a greater death.


Almost instantly, the lady's mind made connections with previous information Lisop had mentioned about the 'three incompletes'—


1. The 'Death Poetry Society' spy hidden by her side.


2. The pirate alliance they had formed.


3. The skilled team they possessed from the Duke of the Inner Bay.


Chapter 375: Evil Instrument!