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!"

Coconut Island, 'Bloody John' stood beside Horton, pointing at a young man and saying—


"Xavier, a local from Coconut Island, can be trusted."


The young man named Xavier, with his dark skin, immediately revealed an honest smile upon hearing Old John's introduction, respectfully saluting Horton while greeting him.


Everything fit the setup of an honest man.


For the plan that would follow, Old John would not play any tricks with this choice of person.


Simply put, this Xavier was reliable and trustworthy.


Of course, even if the other party disguised himself well enough, there would be no loss to him.


"I need you to deliver a message to the 'Spirit Medium' His Lordship at No. 2 Cork Street in South Los—


I am willing to become the sword in your hand.


I am even more willing to dedicate everything to you.


Chapter 615 - Chapter 612: Arrangement!