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 sound of the body hitting the ground was still echoing through Cork Street when text prompts appeared before Arthur's eyes—


Arthur was taken aback and, involuntarily, his gaze once again fell upon Glast's corpse.


In Arthur's heart, he was sure that a behind-the-scenes pervert like this would have endless contingencies—that even in death, it was no more than a temporary retreat.


That they would inevitably return with a vengeance seemed the natural course of things.


Indeed, the reason he had been talking so much nonsense with Glast just now was to make preparations.


With the assistance of hundreds of nearby rats.


Arthur had made all the arrangements to track his opponent.


And also, he had mentally prepared himself for the possibility of a failed pursuit.


Who would have thought the opponent would actually die.


Chapter 475: Double Act!