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

Edwin escorted Titon to the corner of Cork Street, then, gesturing with a bow to Titon once again—


"Butler Titon, it has been my honour to greet and escort you.


From here on, Ms. Anna will lead you forward.


With that, Edwin tapped his chest once again.


The twenty-four cavalrymen behind him did the same.


The crisp sound echoed at the street corner, and Titon, with a solemn expression, responded with a knight's salute as well.


"To have made the acquaintance of you and your men is my honour.


If possible, I invite you to visit Harold Manor in your spare time.


I will make every effort to host you all."


He held a considerable regard for these cavalrymen.


Not just because they enabled him to live out a sort of triumphant dream, but also because he saw hope in these cavalrymen.


The hope for the continuation and prosperity of Harold Manor.


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