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, faced with Marinda's question, did not respond directly.


Instead, he took two quick steps forward.


"If I were being dishonest, I would graciously say that I'll let you off this time, but remember my face, the next time we meet, I won't be merciful."


"Hee hee hee, my dear child, we meet again!"


As Arthur spoke, he suddenly spun around and gave Marinda a bizarre laugh.


Do you really want me to add another line: I can live with guilt all my life, but I cannot live in constant fear, huh?


It would be better to say: I hid much better than you back then, that's why I survived."


Arthur spread his hands, a look of helplessness on his face.


Chapter 561: The Sweetness of Returning Home!