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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 55 The Nature of the Human Heart is Gossip and Paranoia!

The young man did not suppress his shout.

Immediately, the music behind the dining table came to a halt.

Indeed, not only the musicians noticed when these young men approached from afar—the guests in the hall had also taken note.

The guests, who were dressed to the nines, were thrilled to bits.

Because they saw that these young men were seeking trouble with Arthur.

It wasn't that there was any real malice.

It was simply the thrill of spectating!

When it comes to spectating, people of all statuses share the same interest.

Because everyone has a heart that thrives on excitement.

The guests were one by one bursting with enthusiasm; they had not anticipated such consecutive excitement for one evening.

How would that Arthur react to these repeated provocations?

Would he berate these individuals?

Or would he actually draw his sword for a duel?

Or perhaps...

... a Curse?!