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 looked at the people in front of Baron Kemir's manor.


Little Lisop was one of his own, Fengter was somewhat one of his own too, but who was that obsequious, greasy-faced fat man next to them?


He initially made his fortune by fishing.


Then, he quickly took a large share of the overseas transport market after the collapse of Coste Commerce and Emmond Commerce.


Lately, when the Bernice family was preparing to move against him, we brought down the Bernice family, and this fellow gained a bit more from the situation.


Now, many in South Los believe him to be the best businessman after me."


Marinda, standing beside Arthur, introduced this recently renowned businessman of South Los with a tone that carried a hint of disdain and ninety-nine parts anticipation.


It was the feeling of watching a meat pig fattening up.


"The Cold Winter Festival is coming up soon!"


Chapter 438: It has made all the preparations to welcome its master!