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

Everyone stared dumbfounded in the direction Arthur was pointing.


It was a wooden door that was only half the height of a man.


A child could enter with ease, but an adult would have to bend down.


The point was that everyone present was astounded by Arthur's seemingly frivolous method.


Even the greenest rookies had heard of people tossing twigs to decide which way to go when lost in the wilderness.


The correct method was to set up a stick, lock in the position of its shadow, and then determine the east and west directions based on the trajectory of the shadow's movement with the sun.


But what was the principle behind using a walking stick to find your way?


Almost subconsciously, many thought of the charlatans in the 'Spirit Medium' circles.


However, with Arthur's reputation and strength, he shouldn't be a swindler, right?


Chapter 455 My name, Arthur Kredos!