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

Hayes was, of course, familiar with Jimte and Kalal.


In fact, it was precisely because he knew them that the two could become his half-friends.


Firstly, his similar background to the two naturally won him their favor.


Secondly, their subtle enmity was something that could bring him even greater benefits.


And the latter was much more important!


In the past, Hayes had relied on the latter, playing both sides to reap the benefits.


In the past, there were times when the two did appear together, but they always deliberately maintained a safe distance between themselves, their toes subtly angled towards each other, and their dominant hands would never stray far from the hilt of their swords, even when exchanging pleasantries, they remained ready to draw their swords at any moment.


The two stood shoulder to shoulder, and their palms were even away from the sword hilts.


Chapter 549 Jimte, Kalal, and Hayes. Up!