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

Upon learning that the person who had come to the hotel in the morning was the "Spirit Medium" Arthur Kredos, Didian knew she had gotten herself into big trouble.


So, after only a slight hesitation, she chose to take a risk.


She wanted to sever ties with the dangerous "association."


Of course, Didian knew that the "client" couldn't possibly be the one after "Spirit Medium" Arthur Kredos.


Given the other party's status, they were simply not a match.


But the person behind that client certainly was.


And what she had to do was make sure she didn't catch the eye of that guy behind the "client."


Looking at the middle-aged man in front of her, and then at the two people at the mouth of the alley holding crossbow arrows, Didian felt resigned.


At this moment, the lady had already figured it out.


The "client" was bait set out by the middle-aged man in front of her.


Chapter 509: Cripple Arrow and Broken Bottle!