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

I really just need ships and more knowledge of the mystic side!


Arthur let out a helpless sigh from the bottom of his heart.


Telling the truth, why does no one believe it?


Are the proceeds from South Town large?


For a small town of twenty thousand people, which sprung up around a mine, as long as the mine does not run dry, it is a constant stream of wealth.


But, such wealth couldn't possibly all fall into one's own pocket.


And there is the maintenance of South Town!


Among these, taxes must be paid, otherwise in South Los you could be literally struck by lightning!


It means being literally struck by lightning in various senses.


The Countess, who claimed to live in isolation and truly did stay out of the public eye, was absolutely unforgiving towards anyone who dared evade taxes.


Chapter 408: Entry-level Atlas!