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

Before Swordsmanship Master Julie pushed the door open, Arthur and Marinda simultaneously frowned.


It wasn't anything out of the ordinary.


The strong scent of horse dung and horse urine.


As soon as the door opened, Arthur and Marinda each took a step back, and the Female Swordsmaster immediately scratched her head, looking towards Marinda—


I think I need to take a bath and change my clothes."


The Female Swordsmaster flashed an embarrassed smile that didn't lack etiquette.


Mary, prepare a set of fitted clothes for Julie."


Marinda certainly wouldn't refuse the Female Swordmaster's request.


The cook and part-time housekeeper, Lady Mary, then displayed her professionalism at this moment by pulling out a measuring tape from her pocket, quickly measuring the Female Swordmaster's height, shoulder width, sleeve length, leg length, and hip circumference before getting to work.


Chapter 492: Clichés!