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

Horton's smile became even more servile.


"The investment from the 'Death Poetry Society' in me was only in the early stage, the acquisition of the [Exquisite Human Puppet] and [General Puppet] was completely unexpected."


Of course, Horton understood what Arthur was asking.


Because that's what he had done before.


Using the [Exquisite Human Puppet] as bait to attract some fellows, then reaping them with the [General Puppet].


Or directly using the [General Puppet] as the trump card.


Immediately, an image of that 'Bare Butt Teleport' flashed through Arthur's mind.


For this half-colleague, Arthur's memory was still fresh.


If it hadn't been for that master and his disciple, his early plans wouldn't have gone so smoothly.


"I know him, a very interesting person."


Arthur gave an evaluation that surprised Horton.


Chapter 394 Listen to me, thank you!