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

After hearing Arthur's words, Rechelier nodded repeatedly.


Such a criminal isn't worth wasting our precious time!"


The lack of dissenting echoes brought an additional smile to Arthur's face.


And seeing that smile, Rechelier breathed a sigh of relief.


Lord Kledos in front of him wasn't angry.


This case was originally handled by the Shire District Police Station, the continuation of the Haite Furniture Store incident, and it had nothing to do with his Old Town!


It had absolutely nothing to do with it!


Having Chief Malz take over was naturally no problem at all.


How could one handle a case without manpower?


Not at all like those guys said, not as terrifying at all.


Chapter 567 "Don't Trust the Words of the 'Spirit Medium'." Next!