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

Arthur's expression appropriately revealed surprise and astonishment.


The Exquisite Human Puppet controlled by a member of the Death Poetry Society saw the range of expressions on the young Spirit Medium's face and immediately laughed.


"I knew, Lord Kledos, that you would understand my point—


What else tests observation, reaction, and intelligence more than playing cards?"


With that, the Death Poetry Society member, controlling the Exquisite Human Puppet, began to shuffle the cards single-handedly right in front of Arthur.


The whole deck of cards was split into two equally thick stacks which were then pushed together, merging into one with a rustling sound.


Next, the entire deck was divided into three, moving quickly and skillfully in the palm, and with each vertical shuffle, the middle stack of cards would encircle the fingers, blossoming like a flower when the vertical and circular movements combined.


Chapter 389: Playing Poker with the 'Spirit Medium'!