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

This laboratory that belonged to the mad Master Alchemist Geppetto contained one hundred and sixteen books and thirty-three scrolls, as well as five hundred and ninety-two pages of assorted transcriptions.


These items were all scattered haphazardly throughout the entire laboratory.


Clearly, Master Geppetto had no habit of organizing his collection of books.


This gave Arthur and Marinda quite a hard time as they sorted through them.


After all, those five hundred and ninety-two transcribed pages were not of uniform size.


Some were even just little scraps of paper.


However, soon enough, Arthur and Marinda found something.


To be precise, an experimental notebook—


They enjoy the successes of my experiments yet report me to the Religious Tribunal for using living people as subjects!


Damn it, was it really such a big deal that I transplanted his son's head onto a pig's body?


Chapter 459: When You Own Living Things...