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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!"

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Chapter 60: Fade to a Halt, Ashes Burn!

Coste's body moved, and Arthur was sure of it because he saw it, and at that moment, his heart was once again seized by that instinctual feeling of the soul.

Burn it! Burn it!

He must burn the two bodies!

Without any hesitation, Arthur opened the Spirit Medium Box, took out the kerosene, and splashed it on the two bodies.

Although Malz didn't see Coste's body move, he trusted that Arthur had a reason for doing so.

Unhesitating, the new Sheriff of Shire District reached out to help, grabbing another bottle of kerosene from the Spirit Medium Box and began to pour it over the bodies.

Just then, a tumultuous noise arrived—

Under the orange light, the police station's office area, the brown floor was obscured by a group clad in black.

The patrol officers lifted their heads in surprise from behind the desks on both sides of the hall, watching the crowd that swiftly moved down the central aisle.

Their brisk pace appeared menacing.