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 next moment, the curtain of the temporary tent was lifted, and Swordsmanship Chief Julie of Earl of South Los, towering to a height far beyond the average person's limit, walked in with a smile.


Moreover, as soon as she entered the tent, the Swordsmanship Chief's gaze fixed straight on the lying Arthur.


Marinda, holding her pipe, squinted her eyes and after a glance at Arthur, turned her attention straight to the figure behind the Swordsmanship Chief—hidden by the Chief's tall, robust stature, three cloaked figures walked in.


Even with the cloak's concealment, Marinda confirmed the identity of the leading figure in an instant.


In an instant, a torrent of thoughts flooded the lady's mind.


Just last night, South Town had suffered what could be called a 'disaster.'


Chapter 406 Undoubtedly, Old Charlie's Bloodline!