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

The morning fog had not yet lifted among the trees, but South Los was already bustling, as the working adults bade farewell to their families and left their homes.


The paperboys in South Los were the first up, their crisp calls echoing through the streets and alleys of the town more than an hour earlier.


Moreover, unlike before, this time, the paperboys had almost effortlessly sold out the newspapers in their backpacks.


Because many people were keen on the results of yesterday's much-anticipated 'South Los Swordsmanship Competition' finals.


Even knowing the outcome, many still wished to see how the newspapers described it.


Of course, there were also quite a few who chose to collect them.


For example, Owner Tate from Tate's Wand Store.


Chapter 444: Fierce like a Cat, Docile like a Tiger!