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

Scott's words made Arthur sit up abruptly.


He swore, Scott had definitely done it on purpose.


As the words fell, the newly appointed editor-in-chief of the "Horn Report" quietly lifted the corner of the tent flap, not fully, just a crack.


Upon discovering that the tent housed only Arthur and Pendragon, a clear look of disappointment crossed Scott's face.


"I absolutely wouldn't doubt your character, Arthur, let alone think you'd do something dishonorable—I'm just making a simple deduction!"


Scott lifted his right index finger and shook it several times.


Arthur, taken aback, looked at Scott with surprise.


You gave South Town to Miss Caesar, wouldn't she be moved?


And under such emotions, isn't it natural she might be unable to restrain herself?


Chapter 410: South Los Love Story