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

Marinda certainly recognized the bracelet in Arthur's hand.


It was the very bracelet that Baron Hausman's Swordsmanship Chief had given up under pressure.


Thus, Marinda never considered it hers.


Including another ring and those ten chests of gold coins, Marinda had already assumed all belonged to Arthur.


And now, Arthur suddenly tossed it to her.


This lady certainly didn't regard it as any 'extra gift.'


"Did 'Pale Hand' Glast come for this item?"


"Yes, the information I got is as such,"


Immediately, the lady scrutinized the bracelet in her hand with even greater seriousness.


"It has inscriptions that grant lightness…


But it's hardly worth such a fuss from the likes of him, is it?"


Marinda frowned, arriving at a similar conclusion as Arthur.


Chapter 453: Night and Prelude!