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

Inside the enhanced version of the "Shelter," Old John looked at Horton, who had appeared in front of him, with a face full of surprise.


Old John, while soothing the monkey on his shoulder that had become restless due to the scent of blood, secretly sized up this special collaborator before him.


The captain 'saw' the battle that had just occurred.


That's why the captain was surprised by the strength Horton displayed.


Old John had thought he had already overestimated the young man's strength, but when it was truly displayed, he was still taken aback.


Why are young people like this nowadays?


One more cunning than the next, each better at hiding their trump cards.


Shouldn't youth be about being carefree and careless?


Should we old folks be thinking about retirement?'


Chapter 603: Friendship Between Pirates is Not Even as Good as Seaweed!