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

Marinda certainly knew what Arthur was talking about.


After dawn, she would begin the ritual for inheriting the title of Earl of Kemir.


The whole process was not complicated, roughly divided into two parts.


The first part was for the representative of the Countess of South Los to present her with a sword and honor her title.


As per the proper procedure, the banquet would start at noon and continue until evening.


Though it was a lengthy affair, for most people it was a treat, as there were plenty of opportunities to foster closer relationships during such a long time.


Of course, there had to be rooms prepared for the drunk and weary guests during the event.


The food had to be exquisite and delicious.


The music had to be pleasant to the ear.


For the wealthy Marinda, these were trifles too small to mention.


Chapter 433 Marinda's Ambition!