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They all call me Great Master

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!"

Rusty Dragon · Games
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Chapter 88: Contracts, Bonfires, Cavalry!

Lawyer Lottel, upon meeting Arthur, found Arthur alongside Fengter, 'Anna,' and Pendragon seated in a parlor on the first floor—which was also once one of Lord Doyle's reception rooms, typically used to entertain friends who were somewhat closer than his ordinary acquaintances.

As for the reception room on the third floor?

It was reserved, according to noble tradition, exclusively for the intimate confidantes of Lady Doyle—likewise, it also provided certain conveniences for the male host, given that between the bedroom and the drawing room was a connecting washroom.

But discussions about major decisions concerning the future of Oakwood Manor took place in a parlor on the second floor.

Such was the tedious and troublesome tradition of the Nobles of South Los.

However, the pastries were quite delightful.