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

In the kitchen, Eivor stood helplessly holding a teacup.


Originally, he had planned to meet his first customer, and the only one who genuinely liked his food, in a more formal way.


But now that Acker had called upon him, he naturally couldn't ignore it.


With a faint tinge of regret in his heart, Eivor straightened out his clothes, then walked out and placed the sweetened tea on the table. Looking at Arthur, he showed a smile on his plump face.


"Good evening, Eivor—Though I've said it more than once, your food truly remains memorable to me."


Arthur replied with a smile to Eivor's greeting.


Rest assured, Miss Caesar's safety is in my hands!


I swear it on my title as 'Master of Shadowflow'!"


Eivor laughed heartily, taking on the responsibility generously.


Chapter 574: Mint Candy!