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

After Walsh had left, Eli immediately pulled a box out from under the bed and then picked up his coat, saying to the 'Bandage Swordsman'—


As he spoke, a hint of regret flashed through the eyes of this stalker who also traded intelligence.


He had put a lot of effort into finding this hideout.


Calling it a shelter would not be an exaggeration.


However, after the unexpected rescue of Walsh, the hideout had been compromised.


A compromised hideout was not something to cling to.


Although he knew this, Eli could not help but sigh when he thought of the fish and chips stall at the entrance of the alley during the day.


The rough-cut fries seasoned with black pepper were delicious.


After all, in South Los, it would be strange to sell fries without fish.


Just as it would be strange for him, a stalker, not to trade intelligence.


Chapter 463: Bone Sword Strikes!