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

When Marinda appeared at No. 2 Cork Street, Arthur was busy sifting and mixing flour—the roasted flour was emitting a unique aroma. To enhance the sense of fullness while still paying attention to texture, Arthur added enough peanut oil, sesame seeds, and beef jerky.


Of course, there was also salt and sugar.


Watching Arthur knead the dough with effort, Marinda took a deep breath, inhaling all the scattered smoke, and her pipe disappeared without a trace.


Arthur didn't like the smoke, which Marinda knew.


Moreover, she would often use this fact to tease Arthur.


In a normal 'working' state, Marinda wouldn't let the smoke affect Arthur.


"You actually know how to make 'military rations'?"


This lady was certain that Arthur was making military rations.


Because she had made them herself before.


The recipe might have had some differences, as she preferred to add more crushed peanuts and milk.


Chapter 432: The Toughest Challenge!