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!"

Arthur's fingertips lightly traced over the lead box without making the slightest sound; the only thing audible was the laughter continuously bubbling from his mouth—


"Do you know how to play the Counting 7s game?


When you count to 7, or any number containing 7, and any multiple of 7, it's your turn.


The Southern Lost Spirit Medium whispered to 'Lady of Sorrow'.


At this moment, there was no excess expression on the face of the Southern Lost Spirit Medium, and his eyes were filled with calmness, but inexplicably, in 'Mikhail's' perception, he felt that the Southern Lost Spirit Medium before him was the real deal—without the usual mask, revealing his own cruelty. That was what she believed.


When she held absolute advantage, she also enjoyed playing these kinds of games.


To let those in sadness feel even greater sorrow.


To let those in despair feel deeper despair.


Chapter 728 - Chapter 725 Harvest V