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

Arthur and Marinda entered through the manor's main gate.


They passed through the corridor and the living room, and walked up the spiral staircase to the second floor—this manor was filled with the style of the Silver Age, emphasizing opulence and splendor.


Arthur could easily see the remnants of gilding on the stairs.


However, these gildings, lacking the necessary maintenance, had long become mottled.


Moreover, Arthur was certain that this had started not after Baron Kemir's death, but much earlier.


Just like the similarly mottled oil paintings on the walls.


"The decline during the 'Seven Years' War'?"


"The Kemir Family had already shown signs of decline at the end of the Silver Age.


At that time, the father of Baron Kemir, like his opponent's grandfather, had not experienced an Awakening.


Chapter 441: Secret Room!