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 noon sun shone through the skylight of the hall, illuminating the interior of the building.


The ancient and luxurious architecture immediately became bright.


The lingering scent of decay was swept away.


Even the slight damage was shielded by the sunlight.


What remained was only solemnity and reverence—


Marinda knelt on one knee right in the center of the sunlight, while the Female Swordmaster approached from a distance, holding a gold tray.


On the tray were a seal, a badge, and a flag.


The seal was engraved with "Glyphic Language," using Marinda's own "Spirituality" as a primer, thereby acquiring a unique trait.


The badge was that of the Star of the Dark Night, where the rich black represented night, and the bright point represented the stars. According to legend, it was the morning star where the 'Lady of the Long Night' resided.


The flag matched the badge, only it was several times larger.


With these items in hand, the Female Swordmaster stood before Marinda.


Chapter 452: Everything Is for the Child!