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 dinner at Acker's House was far simpler than imagined.


The main course was a meat porridge made with cured meat and fine rice, accompanied by pickled radish skin and pickled melon, as well as pan-fried fish and coarse bread mixed with wheat bran.


And this was already a significant upgrade in meal standard for Acker.


On regular days, when Acker and his daughter Alma were at home, they basically had porridge mixed with brown rice, radish skin, and black bread.


Acker originally wanted to prepare more, better food, but was stopped by Arthur.


I want to receive your thanks, your sincere thanks, not something given reluctantly.


Arthur's words left Alvin and Alma, who were helping on the side, puzzled.


Because they noticed that their father was slightly stunned when Arthur spoke those words.


But the next moment, he was back to normal.


Their father still had that simple and honest look, that simple and honest expression on his face.


Chapter 570: Important Recompense, Part 2!