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!"

Could it be that someone really has their eye on the "Oriental"?


As this thought crossed his mind, Old John rolled over and sat up from the bed.


After all, he had just signed a contract with South Los' Spirit Medium—it stipulated that he must escort the Oriental for 20 voyages before he could regain his freedom!


Those 20 voyages would become indefinitely postponed!


Because the contract specified that if the Oriental sunk due to forces beyond control, he would have to temporarily serve the Spirit Medium of South Los before a new Oriental was rebuilt. Only after the new ship launched could he continue with the original contents of the contract.


Simply put, if the Oriental sank and took a long time to rebuild, he would have to serve the Spirit Medium of South Los indefinitely.


Thinking of this, Old John drew in a breath of cold air, feeling incredibly relieved.


Chapter 623 - Chapter 620: Live and Eat with the Ship!