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

Mimi hid in the carriage filled with food and water barrels as she entered the concealed tunnel within the mountainside.


As early as fifteen days ago, Mimi had located the only surviving bastard who had killed that woman.


But the place where he was hiding was really too special.


The main entrance was heavily guarded by troops.


The ventilation ducts were monitored with Secret Technique detection methods.


Even for Mimi... no, that was the name the woman used to call it.


Now that the woman had died, there was no need to be called Mimi anymore.


Mimi, lurking in the shadows of the carriage, couldn't help but remember the woman again, the one who had saved it from the brink of death and fed it precious herbs.


Therefore, the people who killed that woman, they all deserved to die.


Chapter 596 Orange Cat Mimi. Continued