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

It was not a pretense, nor was it a performance.


She was genuinely stuck in place, dumbfounded.


The lady foolishly stared at Arthur, her heart churning ceaselessly with emotions that could not be expressed in words, filling her heart.


Arthur had previously mentioned using coal and iron mines in his plans for South Town.


Although that twenty percent of coal and iron mine business eventually turned into a trade involving "Cat Faction, Cat Cave Mystic Arts, Ritual, Props," and furthermore, since her own collection couldn't match up, she also owed Arthur a debt, the kind that included interest.


And this was still under the basis that the two were cooperating in managing that twenty percent of the mines.


Arthur had truly given her the entire South Town!


Saying and doing are complete opposites.


The former is elusive and boundless, which only disgusted Marinda.


Chapter 407: Different, Yet the Same!