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

Lucius was plagued by chaotic thoughts, and even when he heard Arthur's voice, it took him a full second to react, turning around with a look of bewilderment in his eyes.


Arthur pointed at the notebook on the table.


From beginning to end, Arthur had never flipped through the notebook.


Or to be precise, he hadn't even touched it.


A bitter smile unconsciously appeared on Lucius's face.


That smile was even uglier than crying.


The young avenger stood there, unmoving.


After all, that's what I intended to trade with you.


A self-mocking smile emerged on the face of the young avenger.


He shrugged his shoulders, and the young avenger turned around woodenly.


Moreover, this time Arthur did not wait for the young avenger to turn around, but directly said—


Although I know everything that's in this notebook, it still has its value, so...


Chapter 644: Divination. Up!