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

The moment before dawn, when the night is at its deepest, is also when people are most weary.


Even the most diligent and responsible members of the Night Patrol can't help but yawn continuously at this time.


But the three sons of Lord Bern, their bodies wrapped in bandages, were wide-eyed, warily watching each other as they emerged from the cabin—the bloodshot in their eyes spoke of sleepless nights, while their expressions were filled with a strange kind of excitement.


Attacking and plundering weren't the goal, merely incidental; what they truly wanted was to become 'heroes'!


Indeed, they had colluded with pirates.


But the reason they colluded with pirates was to capture all those pirates in one fell swoop!


They were bearing humiliation and biding their time.


If they succeeded in this endeavor, all three could earn the titles of 'Knight'.


Chapter 395 Hidden in the Fog!