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

Arthur automatically added the title "Leader of the Cat Sect" to himself.


His title as the contemporary "Black Cat" had been recognized by the world, and he even had the Entry-level Atlas "Great Orange," so how could he not be called the Leader of the Cat Sect?


Therefore, Grindelwald introduced him with complete ease.


This "Cloak Society" novice, a writer who had rejected drafts a hundred times and also worked part-time as an Intelligence Trafficker, bowed again in gratitude.


Watching the "awkward" Garcia, Didian sighed slightly in her heart.


She knew the man before her was very naive.


It was unbelievable for someone working part-time as an Intelligence Trafficker to be naive—if told, nobody would believe it.


Chapter 511: There's Always Waiting, Like a Spring Breeze Caressing the Face, Unaware and Unafraid