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 looked at Wil Koss with considerable surprise.


He had quite an impression of this wealthy yet honest, timid, and hemophobic fallen noble, although it was all because of Linda Camille.


But being willing to pretend to be the 'murderer' in the 'Human Chair' incident to win favor with Linda Camille was something that Arthur could not help but give a thumbs-up for, and to sigh—


Calling him stupid would somehow sully that love.


Even if unrequited, Arthur was willing to give that 'love' its due respect.


After all, happy is the fool who is too silly to worry.


It was just like Wil Koss at the moment, probably getting caught in the self-pity of 'I was here first,' 'We were childhood sweethearts,' 'Why did this newcomer break our love.'


Otherwise, the next words out of his mouth would be, "I kicked with all my might."


Chapter 488: Stealing the Nation!