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

Facing Arthur's inquiry, Madam Susan's lips revealed a smile unique to elders.


It was different from the amiable and concerned look she had when she was watching him.


After noticing the smile, Arthur's toes began to fidget inside his boots.


Good Lord, Grandpa, just how many did you find?'


Arthur was filled with helplessness and couldn't help but grumble inwardly, although on the surface he maintained his etiquette—


"Merlin, take this lady to the Spirit Medium Parlor.


Gawain, pour this lady a cup of clear tea."


Arthur instructed, and then, when he turned to look at the lady, an apologetic expression appeared on his face.


I've just finished attending a gathering and need to tidy up a bit.


Madam Susan replied with a smile and a nod.


Chapter 502: The Man Who Truly Throws Away Thousands in Gold