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

Standing by the carriage, Fengter was dressed in a black suit and wore a wide-brimmed hat filled with the traditional noble style of South Los, decorated with a bunch of white swan feathers—he, as a young man, preferred pure hunting attire or a simpler suit.


But Butler Vick did not allow him to do so.


And this time, he rarely followed the old butler's advice.


this matter concerned the face of the Doyle family.


You should know that many nobles would attend the lady's inheritance of the title.


"Young Master, remember to address Elder Brother Arthur when you see Young Master Arthur,"


"Okay, I know." Fengter said with a resigned expression.


The young lord and heir always felt that his previous relationship with Arthur was adequate and it didn't need to change, but the old butler informed him that it must change.


"Young Master, you might not realize what Young Master Arthur now represents.


Chapter 437: The Arrogance of the Visitors is Equal to Their Humility!