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

Arthur silently mouthed, asking who it was, and of course, Marinda knew.


Julie, the Swordsmanship Chief of the Countess.


Beyond that individual, Marinda could think of no one else.


After all, it was precisely because the individual was "not returning on time" that Arthur had a better opportunity to "slaughter a pig"—slaying one pig was planned, but having one pig kill more pigs was an unexpected delight.


It had nothing to do with her and Arthur, and they had simply come to learn about all this by accident, even the Countess herself would not inquire further.


All they needed to do was not cross the line.


Moreover, compared to this matter, Marinda was even more concerned about why the Swordsmanship Chief was late.


Although the person was usually carefree, they would absolutely not be tardy without reason.


Unless, something unavoidable had happened.


And the only thing that could force such a predicament...


Chapter 487: Lotus Leaf Hotel