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

When the warm afternoon sunlight streamed through the skylight, Pendragon was contentedly licking his fur.


However, upon noticing Arthur, lounging lazily in the bedding, turning over with an ambiguous smirk on his face, Pendragon immediately knew he had to flee—experience had taught him all too well that when his master showed such a smile, it was best to bolt.


Unfortunately, no sooner had Pendragon taken a step than Arthur scooped him up and hugged him close.


The young 'Spirit Medium' even let out a strange cackle—


"Come here, kitty, let daddy take a sniff."


With these words, Arthur tightened his embrace, pressed his nose and mouth hard against the top of Pendragon's head, and took a strong sniff. When Arthur's nose and mouth left the top of Pendragon's head, a smear of saliva was left on it.


Pendragon looked at Arthur with a shocked face, seemingly unable to believe that Arthur would be so disgusting.


Chapter 604: Pendragon's Home Schooling!