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

Marinda looked at Arthur with suspicion.


Moreover, she was quite forthright about her skepticism—


And, a game as a form of compensation...


Marinda crossed her arms in front of her chest, leaning back in her chair, her deep blue eyes unblinkingly fixed on Arthur.


Immediately, Arthur burst into laughter.


I'm going back to catch some more sleep."


Without giving Marinda another chance to speak, Arthur picked up the small cookies in front of him and lay back down on the floor mattress.


In recent days, he had been severely sleep-deprived.


His "Rituals" and "Bloodline" were notifying him of it.


Arthur had no desire for any accidents to occur.


Of course, catching up on sleep was necessary.


Chapter 558 Arthur's Game!