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 returned to Caesar Manor with 'Miss Anna' just before dawn.


The lady had changed into everyday clothes and was sitting there browsing through notes and books left by Geppetto.


Previously, she had only skimmed through them, hoping to assimilate them into her own knowledge; naturally, it wasn't enough just to read them hastily.


In fact, to catch up with Arthur, the lady had already reorganized her time, planning an additional two months of intense reading and extending her daily reading time from three hours to four.


This maxim holds true especially on the Mystic Side.


Moreover, Marinda was reflecting on the path she had previously chosen—


Developing power wasn't wrong, but prioritizing it over enhancing her own strength was putting the cart before the horse.


It was much like the Kledos Family in South Los.


Chapter 484: My Anna Can't Be This Scary!