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

Watching Marinda's amused expression with raised eyebrows, Arthur didn't feel the slightest bit embarrassed.


When it comes to thick-skinned, Arthur considered himself unmatched in the world.


Thus, under Marinda's watchful gaze, Arthur smoothly brought Pendragon into his embrace, and did not forget to smooch the top of Pendragon's head one more time.


The rich sound of saliva being smeared made Marinda's brows furrow slightly.


Marinda looked at Pendragon, who seemed to have lost all will to live, and couldn't help but speak out.


You haven't seen what truly disgusting is!"


As Arthur spoke, he spread the saliva evenly over the top of Pendragon's head.


He even combed a slanting fringe for Pendragon.


"Not bad, really handsome, just like me!"


Saying this, Arthur released Pendragon and was about to walk towards Marinda.


"If you don't go wash your hands, don't speak a single word to me."


Chapter 605: Arthur's Ambition for the Coastal Waters!