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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
Peringkat tidak cukup
240 Chs

Chapter 126: The Fearless Born of the Storm!

The wild wind blowing from the sea swept across the entire South Los, causing ships in the port to bob up and down, while the seabirds had already vanished.

The sky darkened.

Cloud after cloud enveloped the area.

In the flickering lightning, thunder roared.

In a shelter avoiding the rain, several elderly laborers knelt, silently praying.

He hoped the storm would pass quickly.

Otherwise, with winter approaching, their homes might not withstand it.

In a warehouse far away, the warehouse manager lit a charcoal stove, warming up the chilly place thoroughly before he pulled out wine hidden under the bed—he knew today was another good day.

Because he could rest.

A carriage carrying the son of the warehouse owner, one of the heirs of the trading company, was rushing towards the seaside, urging the coachman,

"Faster!"

"Even faster!"

"I want to feel the breath of the storm!"

The young man standing on the roof of the carriage spread his arms wide, cheering loudly.