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

The sun rose as usual, and XP arrived as promised—


[The strength Baron Harold exhibited in the battle against the 'Blood Descendants' was surprising, and his entrusting of his final wishes was even more unexpected. Your name once again spread within the Mystic Side of South Los: XP+350]


Clearly, after another day's fermentation, the aftermath of the 'South Los Swordsmanship Competition' continued to spread, and more people learned the name Arthur Kredos.


The XP gained from slaying the Mystic Side Person and the incident at Harold Manor were within Arthur's expectations.


His vest, the pursued 'Blood Descendant', spared another of his vests, the 'Bandage Swordsman', but had also meticulously selected two fish that escaped the net.


One was a scout of the Earl of South Los.


The former, Arthur didn't want any conflict with the Earl of South Los just yet.


Chapter 552: Abdul's Pyrokinesis!