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

Potterman's eyebrows furrowed, his face darkening like never before.


Then, the 'Death Poetry Society's Left Cantor directly said—


"Your Highness, I need to personally handle this matter!


It may relate to the traitor from the holy land 'Atobur' more than thirty years ago."


Arthur nodded, showing no sign of objection.


Because this was exactly what he wanted.


Horton and the connections to the 'New Death Poetry Society' had always been concealed by Marinda, and Arthur was so open with Potterman about it


precisely because he feared that the 'Death Poetry Society's Left Cantor might 'follow' him.


Given the fanaticism and anticipation the other party had shown, this was highly likely to happen.


While it might not be openly following, hiding in the shadows would still make Arthur extremely uncomfortable.


He certainly did not want such a pair of eyes around him.


Chapter 419 Blood Enhancement!