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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 86 Screening!

The dungeon door was closed.

The setting sun cast a unique metallic sheen upon it.

Cold, yet sturdy.

Arthur walked straight toward the hall of Oakwood Manor, followed by Malz who chased after him until, ten meters down the corridor, the Sheriff of Shire District felt certain of their safety and seemingly unable to restrain himself any longer, grabbed Arthur.

"You should have handed him over to me!"

"Although Alberts is a detective, he is young, inexperienced!"

Malz said loudly, his face filled with an unmistakable sense of grievance.

"I trust him!"

"I can see the potential in him—

He needs to be seasoned!

Only through enough seasoning will he truly become a 'detective'!"

After saying this, Arthur headed again toward the hall.

This time, Malz did not pursue.

The Sheriff of Shire District watched Arthur's departing figure, his face etched with desolation.

Those around them witnessed this scene.

The servants summoned to the manor, upon seeing this, were all quite curious.