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 did not stop Ms. Anna from going to open the door.


Marinda's arrival was imminent, and given the relationship between the two that was known to the outside world, there was absolutely no way she would be turned away at this time.


He, Arthur, the 'Spirit Medium' of South Los, scared by a dream?


It wasn't any kind of premonition dream!


Arthur was well aware of the thinness of his 'Spirit Medium Bloodline.'


He simply could not, and definitely would not have a premonition dream.


As for the one in ten thousand chance that it was a premonition dream...


Marinda's distorted orientation would never allow such a thing to happen!


Marinda greeted as Ms. Anna opened the door.


Chapter 557 Arthur's Complement!