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

This year's Cold Winter Festival in South Los was destined to be an extraordinary one.


During the seven-day long holiday following the Winter Banquet, the topic of the 'Spirit Medium' battling the 'Winter Monster' not only maintained its fiery popularity but also became increasingly hot!


Some clever people had already realized that someone was fanning the flames.


Because everyone loved to hear stories about the 'Spirit Mediums' of South Los.


With the emergence of the 'Winter Monster,' incidents involving the South Los 'Spirit Mediums' in the past were compiled one by one.


To make the whole story lively and interesting, Arthur had specifically asked Fujin to visit Garcia.


Of course, it wasn't to have Garcia write it.


Instead, it was to have Garcia recommend a colleague with exceptional writing skills.


Because of this, the new member of the 'Cloak Society' was quite indignant.


Chapter 588 An Indescribable Opportunity!