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

On the second day of the Cold Winter Festival, a good number of people were discussing the sudden fireworks from last night.


Soon after, someone boasted that it was a secret ritual performed by the Spirit Medium Arthur Kredos to bless and relieve the people of South Los of disasters.


Of course, it wasn't that this person had particularly insider information.


It was that all the major newspapers of South Los had published such information.


Some had even gone through numerous artistic elaborations.


For example, this one in Arthur's hands —


Spirit Medium Battles the Winter Monster!


This newspaper came from the South Los Morning News.


Although it is only different from the South Los Daily by one word, the disparity is as vast as heaven and earth. If South Los Daily were given a standard score of 100, the South Los Morning News would probably be around 1-2.


Chapter 585: Catch Up!