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

Gleisa listened to Dilbark's account from the Messenger Stone, veins bulging on his forehead and his golden eyes even showing some bloodshot threads.


Everyone has an untouchable bottom line.


Similarly, this is true for families composed of these individuals.


And sometimes, this bottom line might be even more stringent.


The other members of the family are watching.


The Golden Lion Family is no exception.


The "Prophecy" made by the "Witch" Cleaver about the Golden Lion Family is indeed the family's bottom line—turning a "Curse" into a "Prophecy" is undoubtedly an act of deceiving oneself.


But that doesn't mean that such an act can be trampled on by just anyone.


"Uncle Baro, you really are courting death!"


Gleisa muttered to himself under his breath.


Chapter 536: Waves Begin to Rise!