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

Sherik Candle Store—or rather, the Sherik Candle Workshop—had quite a reputation in the Old Town.


Not only were the candles of good quality, but they also boasted a proprietary secret formula—


A type of candle without any smoke or scent, rather bearing a faint, clean fragrance.


Of course, the people of Old Town had only heard of these things.


One candle cost half a month's salary for the residents of Old Town; how could they possibly use them?


In fact, Old Town residents were reluctant to use even ordinary candles, let alone those fragrant smokeless ones during burning.


And even with kerosene lamps, they had to be economical.


Therefore, many Old Town residents deeply envied the Sherik Candle Workshop.


They treated Granny Sherik, the wife of Old Sherik, with utmost respect.


Because she was a kind woman who enjoyed helping those around her.


Chapter 565: He's Still a Child!