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

Ten boxes were lined up in a row, Little Lisop and Fengter stood to the left and right, opening the boxes one by one.


Full boxes of gold coins shone with the unique luster of gold.


The sight made the merchants inhale sharply in surprise.


Previously, the value represented by the books was something they couldn't gauge, but in front of them now were solid gold coins, whose value they knew all too well.


They fixed their gaze on the coins, quickly estimating their number.


Upon reaching this conclusion, many merchants had envy and jealousy flashing in their eyes.


Perhaps they felt it inside, but they would never show it.


They had already heard of the 'Lady of the Eternal Night's' methods, and now they understood that there was also a 'Spirit Medium' from South Los behind her.


'It seems that the rumors of being 'kept' could be true!'


Chapter 447 Arthur: Facing the Curse, I Have Expert Solutions!