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

When Fujin and Wuni were off duty for shift breaks, and Kuliqi and Kiri were separately sprawled in the courtyard and corridor of No. 2 Cork Street, Arthur headed straight for the bedroom on the third sub-level—just now, the "Death Serpent Banyan" had brought in the bodies of the 'Counterfeit' and 'Glast'.


Having grown accustomed to laying out bedding in the 'Spirit Medium Parlor.'


Arthur had simply turned his bedroom on the third sub-level into a laboratory.


Of course, it could also serve as a temporary hideout at certain times.


Arthur cast "Soul Bind" on the unrecognizably disfigured body of the 'Counterfeit.'


Suddenly, a bluish glow flickered over the corpse.


The soul of the 'Counterfeit' appeared before Arthur.


The soul's form was that of a man in his thirties, with clean features and deep-set eyes, seemingly to facilitate disguise; the man had neither eyebrows, beard, nor hair.


Upon seeing Arthur, the confusion on the man's face vanished.


Chapter 477: Spoils of War!