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 voice arose from the shadows on the side of the alley.


From where Walsh stood, he could only see a vaguely outlined figure; it was impossible to distinguish the person's features, or even their gender.


Walsh did not respond but cautiously stepped back.


In his current condition, he was utterly incapable of dealing with such an unpredictable person.


He suspected that the person might be one of Glast's.


He knew too well the person he once respected.


Their favorite act was this cat-and-mouse game.


It was partly due to their naturally malign temperament and partly to deepen the Ritual, enhancing their power—of course, at that time, he only thought their actions were noble.


Walsh was sure that he had been influenced by some secret technique.


Otherwise, why would he be so utterly devoted?


Walsh was nothing if not cautious and careful.


Chapter 462: The Returning People!