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 Bert had come into contact with too many hearts.


The sensation of touching a heart, he was extremely familiar with.


Just like the heart of the Little Lion, strong and powerful.


On the heart of the Little Lion was an unexpected secret technique—


Master Alchemist Geppetto spent years researching to create this unique secret technique in hopes of making his puppet Pinocchio come to life.


Logically speaking, after this mad alchemist was put on the burning stake, this secret technique should have been completely lost.


"It seems the Golden Lion Family acquired more of the Holy Court's legacy than imagined!"


Count Bert did not crush the heart so close at hand.


Because, that heart had turned into wood.


Not only the heart, but the entire Little Lion had turned into wood.


Chapter 843 - Chapter 840: Monsters, Monsters, and Monsters II