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

It wasn't because of the voice that echoed in her mind.


The language that resonated in her mind was Cat language, the true 'language' of cat communication.


Mimi thought, but her animal instincts chose to trust the voice at that moment and she immediately curled her body into the shadows.


Yes, it was the Punitive Deacon of the Religious Tribunal.


Someone Mimi absolutely needed to be wary of.


Although he was not as dangerous as the two armored fools at the entrance, being discovered would certainly plunge her into a tough battle.


After eating that fruit, Mimi always felt she had become much smarter.


The Punitive Deacon looked around suspiciously.


Just now, he had sensed an unfamiliar presence here.


Chapter 597: Cat. Nine Lives!