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!"

Count Bernaken's abnormality naturally could not escape the attention of the Marquess of Ainhars.


Arthur is completely different from a few hours ago!


Previously, he was calm but had an indescribable sense of concealment, and now this sense of concealment carries confidence!


Initially, the Marquess of Ainhars could remain calm.


But as the words of the Old Earl continued, the marquess's brow furrowed once more.


In just a few hours, what did he experience?'


The Old Earl couldn't help but mutter to himself.


But the Marquess of Ainhars squinted his eyes, and the marquess firmly stated——


Chapter 813 - Chapter 810 Snake Transformation V