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

How did Madam Susan seize control of the conversation!


Realizing this, Marinda was about to take control again, but before she could open her mouth, Madam Susan had already pulled her towards the study.


Marinda found this lady to be more troublesome than she had imagined.


Since the beginning, although the lady occasionally sighed and snorted, upon closer reflection, she always maintained an elegant smile.


That sighing and snorting seemed more like a verbal accessory to her speech.


Marinda admitted that the love stories of the older generation were indeed pleasing to hear.


But she reminded herself, she could not be captivated again later.


However, the next scene was something Marinda could never have anticipated—


"Why are tobacco leaves soaking in this barrel?"


"Why are there stimulants in the little bottle on this bookshelf?"


Chapter 556: Dream!