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 Arthur had Wuni quietly return to No. 2 Cork Street, he was not at all anxious.


The young 'Spirit Medium,' accustomed to holding back, had planted another 'Scout' in the Docklands.


Intelligent, loyal, and uniquely skilled, Kuliqi was bound to bring back everything he wanted to know.


Therefore, Arthur, standing at the bottom of the pit, focused on surveying his surroundings—


It was different from what Arthur had previously thought.


The bottom of the pit was not solely carved out by Horton as a hidden place; it also bore the distinct marks of the miners from South Town.


Besides the unique wooden supports used during mining and oil lamp hooks installed every 3 meters that confirmed Arthur's conjecture, there were... the bodies of miners.


'Lisop used the original mine as a starting point, digging around South Town, exploring the mining content he owned, and this place was an abandoned exploration mine...


Chapter 398: Bloodline!