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

Adi, who was already prepared to close his eyes and await death, immediately widened his eyes when he heard this.


The joy in his heart made the vice-captain of the exploration team's breathing become hurried.


He began to think about what his team could offer as compensation.


They had some, but the "Spirit Medium" in front of them would certainly not be interested.


Secret techniques, for the same reason.


Even the secret technique of their leader, "Storm Sword" Deljo, was inferior compared to the "Spirit Medium" who had already reached the Entry level.


From years of exploring, they had indeed accumulated a good number of props.


But they were all of the common Arcana Level.


And even such quality items would hardly impress the "Spirit Medium" before them.


Being an archaeologist and a part-time mysticist, Adi's judgment was quite discerning.


Chapter 412: The Initiative of the 'Spirit Medium'!