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's words were heard by a team of 50 recruits composed of fugitives and desperados.


These fugitives and desperados either looked at Arthur with contempt, disdain, or arrogance.


In fact, if it weren't for the shackles they bore and the presence of South Town Cavalry fully armed surrounding them, these fugitives and desperados would definitely have been insolent, with some even not minding spitting on Arthur's face.


However, even so, it angered Little Lisop.


The heir of South Town narrowed his eyes, a deep chill emerging in his gaze.


A bunch of fugitives and desperados, no better than pigs and dogs.


That such people dared to disrespect the Kind Father!


Instantly, Little Lisop felt the urge to kill.


To Little Lisop, the people before him were dispensable.


Chapter 543: The Bewitchment of the Spirit Medium!