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

Stolas was the one with a large body and lustrous black feathers, naturally able to distinguish herbs and to some extent, identify gems.


Mapa was of average build with bright, spirited eyes, possessing considerable intelligence, capable of understanding human speech, and would use their wit to gather followers.


After the two new crows were given their names, they immediately spread their wings and jumped onto the beams of No. 2 Cork Street—not the highest one, but the one just below it.


At the same time, facing Wuni's scrutiny during the rest period, Stolas and Mapa showed their respect and obedience.


The exceptional talents in Stolas and Mapa were innate to their bloodlines.


But it was also precisely because of such extraordinary bloodlines that Stolas and Mapa could clearly sense the differences between themselves and Wuni.


Marinda said softly as she watched this scene.


Chapter 513: Reasonable Utilization is Not Excessive!