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

With heavy and somewhat sluggish steps, the Bandage Swordsman searched along the riverbank.


Eli, nimble with a lively gaze and dressed in hunting attire, sported a small mustache. He suddenly sprang out, holding a rabbit in his hand.


Add some potatoes, and we can feast again!


However, compared to rabbit meat, beef or mutton would be tastier for stew, what a pity we don't have more money. By the way, big bro, do you need to change your bandages?


It was hard to imagine him as a stalker.


The Bandage Swordsman completely ignored the other.


Not just out of habit, but also because he knew why his follower had come—to dig up more information from him.


Moreover, the strength he demonstrated made the other feel secure.


Similarly, he was happy to glean some information from his follower's mouth.


Thus, a mutually beneficial, odd partnership was born.


Chapter 449 Fishing!