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

Then bubbles began to form in the liquid within the culture vessel.


Fine bubbles rose up, and Cosette drifted over from the corner. She extended her little hand through the glass, and her eyes, which had been half-open, now fully opened.


The color was like that of the Undead Fire.


Arthur's lips curled slightly upward. He raised his palm and extended a finger to touch Cosette's little hand through the glass vessel.


It was only then that Titon, the butler, realized that Miss Cosette was probably laughing.


Viewing this scene, the butler was very consoled.


At least, the miss truly liked Lord Kledos.


Ah, which truly talented person is not a monster?


That is just slander from those with ordinary talents toward those whose talents are unreachable.


There is no need to pay attention to such people.


As long as they do not provoke the Kledos and Harold Families.


Chapter 530: Father and Son, Father and Daughter