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!"

When the sky had completely darkened, a strong feeling of hunger woke Pendragon from his sleep, followed by an aroma, an incomparable aroma.


Almost instinctively, Pendragon leapt toward the source of the scent.


A large gold coin was spinning between Arthur's fingers, and Pendragon's gaze followed the coin's motion, but his body was rubbing against Arthur subconsciously, and he was meowing softly.


In Arthur's eyes, the following text appeared:


[Attributes: 1, Orange Cat Physique III; 2, Baptism II; 3, Griffin Complete Form. Cripple; 4, Griffin Secret Art. Cripple]


Chapter 626 - Chapter 623: Pendragon Promotion!