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

Old Charlie never cared how much money he spent pursuing women, he freely gave away an entire gold mine if he felt like it.


Even, it seemed he would gladly exchange his life for it.


So, as Old Charlie's grandson, Arthur believed he should not mind having several grandmothers.


They were the wings his grandfather had traded his life for.


Wings that helped him soar to great heights!


Arthur sincerely shouted in his heart, his eyes looking at Madam Susan with genuine sincerity.


Arthur certainly knew who Madam Susan was.


The housekeeper for the Countess of South Los.


The most trusted person of the Countess of South Los.


And the most trustworthy person there was.


Whether it be the Countess of South Los herself, the subordinates of the Earl of South Los, or even the members of the South Los Family, they all maintained the due respect towards this lady.


Chapter 503 Mutual... Sincerity?