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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 · Bandes dessinées et romans graphiques
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Chapter 223 Shout!

Amiel always considered Freeman to be a 'temporary subordinate'.

With such a position, there was naturally no question of trust between Amiel and Freeman.

However, what took this lady of Talin origin by surprise was that Freeman, this 'Blood Descendant', could actually be this shameless.

"Bastard, 'Blood Descendant'!"

The lady cursed angrily, but she couldn't afford to look back.

Because the people blocking the way had already appeared before her.

She could clearly see these people—

Not only was each of them cloaked, but the exposed skin was also wrapped in bandages, and even so, their rotting hands and feet could not be concealed.

"Leprosy!"

Amiel's eyes were filled with horror, and as soon as she cried out, she instinctively covered her mouth and nose.

The next moment, she even took out a potion and poured it into her mouth.