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

No. 2 Cork Street, outside the courtyard.


After Arthur and Marinda walked in shoulder to shoulder, the lady promptly pulled out her tobacco pipe—already loaded with tobacco.


Madam Susan had taken the lady's tobacco from inside Caesar Manor.


But never underestimate a smoker's ability to hide their tobacco.


Under the drawers and beneath the bed are the simplest places.


Smoke a pack down to just two, stamp on it and toss it on the dormitory floor, and no one will notice; when needed, simply pick it up again.


Of course, you could also opt to twist open the handrail of the steel pipe bed, another treasure spot for hiding tobacco.


However, Marinda didn't need any of that.


In her space, she stored 6 Jin of tobacco and 7 spare pipes.


Marinda took a puff, a content expression emerging on her face, then she blew out a thick smoke ring.


Chapter 573: Love Should Not Be Betrayed!