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

Beneath the mill, in a secret chamber, was an extraordinarily large ritual site. From Glast's perspective, even the shortest side of the ceremonial track was 30 meters.


This type of ceremonial track filled the secret chamber under the mill, connecting various materials to form a ceremonial site that would shock anyone.


What the ritual was, Arthur did not yet know.


But those materials on the ritual site, glowing with unique spirituality, told Arthur it was anything but simple—the young 'Spirit Medium' held a hot cocoa with milk and sugar, his eyes slightly narrowed.


Arthur had speculated more than once about what might be found at Glast's temporary stronghold.


However, the scene before him was still a surprise.


Although he could make use of Glast's vision, some things still required seeing with his own eyes.


Chapter 526: He Lacks Respect, then Give Him Respect. Up