They All Call Me Master

The protracted 'witch hunt' faded with the end of the Seven Years' War. The mystery of the East Coast began to conceal itself, but gunpowder began to rise rapidly.Mạc Thất Thương, who should have been bewildered, stood at the crossroads of fate in the name of Arthur. He was astonished to see the charging knights, the wizards on the high towers, and the strangeness in the wilderness. He clearly and unfamiliarly felt the sharpness of the longsword, the recoil of the firelock, and finally, he excitedly waved his robe, smiling and saying——Don't believe what I say, because belief is existence!