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

Freeman was a man obsessed with the Mystic Side… no, to put it precisely, obsessed with power and youth to the point of madness.


He could use his entire fortune to decisively obtain what he needed.


Because Arthur knew that such a man would definitely prove useful when the time came.


And now was the time for Freeman to truly take the stage—with the "Oriental" under Freeman's protection, it was bound to clash with the Pain Church!


Freeman's keenness and decisiveness, when faced with the insidious Pain Church, would undoubtedly make him take action without hesitation.


As for his cooperation with the Pain Church?


But who said one couldn't probe before cooperating?


Chapter 665: Docking at Xilongde!