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

Old Town in South Los was even more dilapidated and cramped than imagined.


The uneven rooftops, the pockmarked roads, all in all, it was more than twice as bad as Mule Street in Dort District, where at least Arthur could still sense a shred of decency.


All the streets gave off one feeling—


It was the kind of decay that had seen splendor, then complete desolation, and was then truly shattered in the real sense of the word.


Before the 'Seven Years' War' began, Old Town in South Los, apart from Shire District, was the most affluent area and, moreover, it had the largest population.


But with the start of the 'Seven Years' War,' a large number of men from Old Town were conscripted, and everything changed.


Especially after The Old Earl of South Los suffered a defeat on the battlefield and Old Town had to conscript a large number of men again, the decline became unstoppable.


Chapter 560 Arthur: Am I sneaky and deceptive?