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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 · Game
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240 Chs

Chapter 112 Silent Successive Steps!

Hearing Arthur's words, Malz slapped his forehead—this police chief was one of the believers in Arthur's ability to communicate with the undead.

"Forgot, no one died this time!"

An apologetic smile appeared on Malz's face.

However, seeing that apologetic smile, Arthur felt like punching him.

What did that smile mean?

It made him seem like the Grim Reaper, where death followed wherever he went.

How could that be possible?!

It was all a coincidence!

Moreover, this time there was a fundamental difference—Jenkins, the painter, had actively barged in, rather than being someone Arthur encountered outside.

There was a fundamental difference.

Arthur was very confident and then, after thinking for a moment, said,

"When Jenkins disappeared, did the extensive search in South Los cover all districts?"

In his previous memories, No. 2 Cork Street had been searched—afterward, Old Charlie had been busy for days resetting the mechanisms and secret rooms.