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

Even in winter, when insect sounds were absent, the barking of dogs was certainly not rare, and those rats hiding in the gutters would make rustling noises at night.


There was only the sound of three people breathing—


Eli sensed the breath of Walsh on his back, and goosebumps rose on his neck.


Instead, it was filled with a chilling sensation.


Like a leaky window on a winter's night.


Eli made no unusual movements but maintained his pace and continued walking forward.


The hand of the stalker who moonlighted as an intelligence trafficker, however, was slowly moving towards his chest.


Doctor Lindster stretched out his hand and caught Eli's other hand. That palm was like metal from an ice cellar; not only cold but also firm.


Just by grabbing hold, Eli could no longer struggle free.


Chapter 467: Fertilizer!