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 title "Winter Guardian" appeared, and Arthur knew immediately.


"Sir, we have spread the title 'Winter Guardian' as per your instructions.


As planned, this evening, it will be 'Winter Blessing Giver'.


Tomorrow morning, I will prompt the newspapers to frequently feature these two titles on the front page headlines."


As one of the first four youngsters around Wiggins who were able to help.


Hughes was immensely grateful to Arthur.


Not because Arthur's arrival meant they were fed and clothed.


But because Arthur's arrival meant their brother Wiggins no longer had to take risks.


They knew what Wiggins relied on to sustain them.


Wiggins, Rat Street, the first Golden Finger.


With his skills, Wiggins could have lived well.


But to care for them, these unrelated fellows, their brother struggled at every step.


Their brother was indeed the first Golden Finger of Rat Street.


Chapter 587: Old Charlie's Once Sworn Oath!