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

Arthur's voice was very low, audible only to the two of them, yet his enunciation was clear.


Marinda confirmed that she hadn't heard wrong.


The game Arthur was playing turned out to be 'ownership of Old Town'!


What about 'eating the same meal following someone'?


A smile had begun to curve the corners of Arthur's mouth.


"You can't be serious, you can't be serious~


Dear, did you really believe I was doing this just for a meal? You believe the Spirit Medium? Now, I'm beginning to regret working with you, and even more regretting giving you half of the 'Old Town ownership.'


After all, I thought you'd guessed it already."


As he said this, Arthur's gaze fixed on Marinda.


It seemed as if he was observing whether Marinda had truly failed to discern his real intentions.


Marinda, who had been deep in thought, immediately scoffed at his scrutinizing gaze—


"Of course I knew what you wanted to do.


Chapter 568 Arthur: I Never Deceive the Poor!