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 foreman's shout immediately made Acker stand out from the crowd that had been waiting for a long time.


Almost sprinting, Alka rushed to the warehouse door.


Edwin glanced at the porter in front of him.


Like the other porters, his skin was darkened, his face full of creases, his body involuntarily bent, and his hands covered in calluses.


There wasn't really anything to speak of as clothes.


Even though it was winter, there wasn't a proper coat in sight.


Seeing Edwin's examining gaze, Acker immediately revealed a simple smile.


He knew his place was just a mere porter, while the sitting Edwin was a big shot—hadn't he seen how the usually proud foreman was nodding and bowing?


Acker would not bring trouble upon himself and his children.


Chapter 562: Acker's Concession and Patience!