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 calm voice sounded so loud amidst the silent surroundings.


As everyone's gaze shifted toward the direction of the voice, the remnants of the sunset just happened to circle around the Bell Tower on Elta Square, casting a dazzling light on the figure in a black coat, holding an Orange Cat, and wearing a gentle smile.


Different titles were called out one after another.


Arthur set Pendragon down on the ground.


With these words, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Arthur quickly mounted the stage.


Arthur had just glanced and seen the severity of the injuries of both Lord Dibwa's nephew and Lord Bass's nephew.


In the current world's conventional medical standards, with injuries like theirs, apart from waiting for death, there were basically no other options.


Chapter 414: Admission Ticket!