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 woke up due to a feeling of suffocation.


Feeling the pressure on his chest, Arthur looked down to see Pendragon, his body coiled around Arthur's neck, sound asleep on his chest.


In the midst of long breaths, Pendragon was sleeping soundly.


He had almost thought he was experiencing sleep paralysis.


He glanced at the exceptionally clean skylight in the corridor.


And there were faint noises coming from the kitchen.


Clearly, Ms. Anna, who had cleaned No. 2 Cork Street overnight, was preparing breakfast for Arthur and the soon-to-return Marinda.


It was his favorite meatball soup, pan-fried bread, and bean sprout side dish.


These were the dishes Ms. Anna had replicated after Arthur had told her about them.


Arthur had great respect for the lady's culinary Talent.


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