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

In response to Arthur's inquiry, Marinda was silent for less than a second before she uttered the name of an organization—


Apart from those bastards who are after the thrill of a 'Death Ritual,' I can't think of anyone else who'd spend so much effort to set up Kemir, only to watch him die with their own eyes.


If they desired a ceremony accompanied by flowers and applause...


Her gaze upon the name 'Glast' in her notes steadily grew colder.


Clearly, the lady reflected on the recent incident.


And feeling used by the recent incident?


On the contrary, the young 'Spirit Medium's' lips curled into a slight smile.


Then, without waiting for Arthur to reply, the lady realized something.


Chapter 443: Acting as Someone Else!