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

"Lord Kledos actually became the 'South Los Swordsmanship Competition' Champion! That's really amazing!"


With a serene face and a delicate demeanor, Jian put down the newspaper she was holding and couldn't help but sing praises — this once mistress of the Dort District Police Chief, had now changed out of that long 'Belite' dress made predominantly of wool and silk with long sleeves, for a replacement black fabric skirt. The colorful ram's horn shawl had also been swapped for a cotton one prioritizing warmth, and instead of jewelry in her hair, she now wore a simple wooden hairpin.


Even dressed simply, the outfit inexplicably complemented her tranquil face. Paired with her frail aura, anyone seeing Jian for the first time would think her a young girl.


Jian, to be honest, was only 19 years old this year.


Chapter 537 Jian and Jennifer!