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

At that moment, Arthur somehow thought that the arena doctor came as a probe from the Countess of South Los.


He had performed the act of "guiding Lost Souls to the Eternal Rest and releasing an Evil Spirit," and to the Countess, it translated to his desire to resurrect his parents.


Even earlier, the Female Swordmaster had prodded him in roundabout ways.


So, when the arena doctor spoke up, Arthur subconsciously assumed it was the same.


After all, the doctor was indeed the physician for the "Swordsmanship Competition," a veritable person belonging to the Countess.


And the reason for doing so was naturally the Countess's own 'chastisement'.


It could have been because of the South Town matter.


Or possibly due to other affairs within South Los.


However, Arthur quickly realized that wasn't the case.


The doctor's conduct should be of his own accord, irrelevant to the Countess.


Chapter 415: The Difference Between Cats and Dogs!