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 watched the roughly four-foot-nine figure without letting on, guessing to himself.


This height, it's indeed similar to some of the kids around.


Not just the attire, but also that walking posture, sloppy, but the fairness of those hands just now is not something boys... no, not something that boys would have.


While Arthur was contemplating, the figure lit that firecracker—


A burst of bright light ascended, releasing a huge, brilliant firework.


The fireworks were beautiful, eliciting gasps of amazement from the adults and shouts of joy from the children.


Chapter 583: Gentle in the Time of Thunder!