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

Red papers, perfectly square, wrapped around a one gold note.


In Arthur's hands were two red envelopes.


South Los didn't have the custom of red envelopes.


But, with the atmosphere of the Cold Winter Festival intensified, Arthur always felt that not giving a red envelope was rather lacking in spirit.


Moreover, Merlin and Gawain were also people he esteemed.


At Arthur's gesture, Merlin and Gawain took the red envelopes, opened them, and both were slightly puzzled by the one gold note inside.


"Consider it a reward for your dedication and responsible work," he said.


then, seeing Merlin bowing, he sheepishly scratched his head and hurriedly mimicked Merlin's gesture, bowing as well.


He didn't dislike Merlin's politeness and humility.


He really liked Gawain's frankness and simplicity.


Chapter 580: Happiness is not simple!