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

Upon spotting Potterman, Arthur was instantly on high alert.


Despite some prior groundwork, facing a figure like the Left Cantor of the Death Poetry Society, being excessively wary and guarded was hardly excessive.


Unexpectedly to Arthur, the Left Cantor of the Death Poetry Society had only appeared at the crossroads between Dar Alley and Cork Street.


Afterward, he handed an invitation along with a Zeroes to the children of Dar Alley, all the while smiling.


Even if his face was partly concealed by a cap, the upward curve of his mouth could not escape Fujin's eyes.


'Is this an invitation card?' he wondered, a frown forming, eyes filled with confusion.


It was not just the invitation card, but also the man's preceding actions.


The Left Cantor of the Death Poetry Society tipping someone for running an errand, and even smiling?!


This was unlike any Mystic Side Person Arthur had ever encountered.


Chapter 401: Here she comes again!