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

Rick's farm was located just outside South Los, where the terrain was flat and the land fertile.


Apart from some cash crops, it also had a good number of cattle, sheep, chickens, and ducks.


From the angle of the carriage, Arthur could see at least fifty cows and over two hundred sheep, but that was not all.


They were merely managed by Kuke's two "uncles" with seven sheepdogs.


The two men rode horses, swinging whips and lassos in their hands, with longswords on one side of the saddle and crossbow arrows on the other, and daggers tucked into their belts. What caught the most attention was that, in the cold winter of South Los, amidst the chilly sea breeze, the men wore only woolen vests, revealing their muscular arms.


With each shout, as they swung their whips and lassos, the muscles in their burly arms would bulge.


What Arthur was most concerned about was the aura they inadvertently exuded.


Chapter 496: In a Daze, the Voice is Loud!