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

Eivor's arrival was unexpected and delightful for Arthur.


Unlike Acker who was confined by himself.


Not only did he have both a son and a daughter, a kind wife, but also a very solid fortune, owning two separate houses in Dar Alley—one for his family of four to live in and the other transformed into an inn.


The revenue from the inn alone was enough for the family's expenses.


Aside from his delusional confidence in cooking, Eivor's life could be considered complete.


Arthur once suspected that it was because Eivor's life was too comfortable and perfect that he could produce such genuinely awful food.


However, it was also for this reason that Arthur never targeted Eivor.


It's definitely not because Eivor's food tasted bad.


It was because Arthur couldn't get Eivor to willingly work for him.


Acker had weaknesses, which were easy to exploit.


As for kidnapping the other's wife and children, forcing him to work?


Chapter 572: In life, everyone eats shit, but don't chew it!