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

After confirming that there were no issues, he finally signed his name.


Members of the Death Poetry Society who witnessed this scene could hardly resist cheering.


He was determined to redeem his previous disgrace!


Moreover, he wanted to win so convincingly that the Spirit Medium in front of him would be speechless.


"For the first game, please shuffle the deck," he said.


The member of the Death Poetry Society began to feign generosity.


After nodding his head, Arthur continued to shuffle the deck with the two "Hands of Void." Compared to the cautious way he had checked the cards before, his shuffling now was extremely fast.


The Death Poetry Society member across from him felt a hint of disdain when he saw this.


He had already memorized all the cards.


Moreover, it was his turn to cut the deck next.


Chapter 390: Put on the Clown Mask!