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

The 'Cold Winter Festival' had passed, how could they not set off firecrackers!


And this had not been a problem for Arthur.


After the incidents involving Nicole (Grandma Andor) and Cotton, how could Arthur not be well-prepared? He had previously asked Merlin to place an order for plenty of fireworks at the grocery store.


And since they were buying fireworks, firecrackers naturally came along with the purchase.


Although the world before them didn't have the custom of setting off firecrackers during festivals, they did use them in circus performances. Some clowns would even wrap themselves in firecrackers, light them and amidst the sounds of the firecrackers and their own continuous screams, they would earn the laughter of the audience. The more pitiful the screams, the happier the crowd.


Sometimes, happiness is just that simple.


While Ms. Anna and Marinda were still serving up dishes, Arthur winked at Linda and Malz.


Chapter 582: The Winter Fireworks!