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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 142: Death Poetry Society!

Arthur subtly rejected the trade proposed by Marinda.

Arthur didn't truly value No. 44 White Bird Street, but selling it just as its price was about to surge was clearly a loss.

And this merit?

It couldn't be shared either.

Arthur knew well that only the full credit could secure him a real reward from the Countess, and not just "empty promises."

It wasn't that the Countess wouldn't have liked to offer "empty promises" for the full credit.

But with more subordinates watching, she had to display her "fairness," "justice," and "noble honor" and was compelled to reward him—after all, a plague had been avoided!

If it were to be shared,

there would be arguments.

The cunning of nobles is born with their greed, ingrained in their bones—just as unpredictable as the human heart.