Catastrophe Card King

Chapter 710: Chapter 233: An Assassination, Leonard Churchill hasn’t played in the lower ranks for a long time

“Vera Williams?”

Leonard Churchill listened to the name, then glanced at the girl in the princess dress, his eyes slightly narrowing with a hint of a smile, “So it turns out to be the young miss of the Song family.”

He didn’t think all of this was a coincidence.

If nothing unexpected happened, then this must be his pen pal, Miss “Anne.”

He had been accidentally transported to this place by the Flood Gang due to a letter with a ‘Disaster Object’ postage stamp.

And the behind-the-scenes boss of the Flood Gang was the Black Gold Trade Union’s Song family.

Both belonging to the Federal Chamber of Commerce, and with the same surname Song, the likelihood was that they were one and the same.

Until now, Leonard Churchill was unclear as to why he had been transported to this remote Bolton Mechanical Town in the western region of the Federation.

Now that he saw her, he had come to understand the reason behind it.

“Hehe…”

Leonard Churchill chuckled softly, then murmured in an almost imperceptible voice, “But is this noble lady really so extravagant and willful? Even if she truly wanted to meet, couldn’t she have simply sent someone to inform me? Was there really a need to use a ‘Disaster Object’…”

A ‘Disaster Object’ was not something just anyone could use.

One didn’t need to think hard to understand that the cost of transporting a person must be great.

But as this thought crossed Leonard Churchill’s mind, he felt that there was something not quite right.

The timeline of those few letters was a bit too long…

This didn’t seem like a simple case of transportation.

Before he could figure out what was off, Pigeon tugged at him, saying, “Sir, it’s our turn!”

…

Leonard Churchill and Pigeon each received a steaming bowl of meat soup and a chunk of bread as big as a forearm.

Like the other refugees, they each found a corner and quietly ate their food.

Having meat soup on this cold rainy day put a contented smile on everyone’s faces.

Although Pigeon was only five or six years old, his proficiency in managing food was heartrendingly seasoned. He had already become well adapted to the life of a refugee, breaking the hard bread into several pieces and carefully hiding them in the lining of his clothes.

Turning his head, he saw that Leonard Churchill had already stuffed most of his bread into his mouth.

Pigeon exclaimed, “Ah… Sir, how did you finish it already?”

Leonard Churchill turned his head to look at him, “Hmm???”

Pigeon explained the essential knowledge every refugee must know, “Although I know you must be very hungry… but, we will only receive food distributions every three days at least. If you finish your portion today, you’ll go hungry later. And my father said that people who are very hungry shouldn’t eat too much at once, as it could actually harm the body…”

“Your father is quite the professional doctor.”

Leonard Churchill responded.

But he laughed it off as nothing significant and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll find some food later.”

His body desperately needed some energy to recover.

The effects of the ‘Undying Curse’ might not be great, but his Dragon Descendant’s «Gluttony» still worked well; digesting the food quickly finally gave his body some strength.

Upon hearing this, Pigeon looked crestfallen and said, “But without money, it’s very difficult to buy food…”

“Hmm. There will always be a way.”

Leonard Churchill also found it quite amusing, as this was the first time since coming to this world that he had experienced hunger.

However, he was a Third Tier card master. With a bit of recovery, he wouldn’t be troubled by food.

Just as he was putting the last small piece of bread into his mouth, his eyes suddenly sharpened, “Eh, why do I feel like that’s Elder Clinton?”

For that brief instant, he thought he saw an old man in tattered clothes among the queue of people receiving bread.

With the leering, missing front tooth, he was pretty certain he hadn’t mistaken him.

“What is he doing here?”

Leonard Churchill thought back to their last parting in the Underground Palace of Summer Shepherd City. That old man had decreed a lightning law which killed the descendent elder of the White family.

It had also confirmed for him that Elder Clinton was a true high-tier master.

But… wasn’t he in the Old Continent? Why come to this remote area of the western Federation?

Just as he was about to go up and greet him, the crowd suddenly surged, and in the blink of an eye, he couldn’t see him anymore.

At that moment, Leonard Churchill suddenly frowned and turned to look in another direction, “Killing intent? What are those guys up to…”

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of several suspicious individuals hiding among the refugees.

Although their disguises were similar to those of refugees, these clumsy attempts bore no secrecy in Leonard Churchill’s eyes. Moreover, the malicious aura they emitted stood out jarringly among a crowd of grateful refugees.

Ordinary people didn’t have Storage Rings, and even many Card Master Apprentices didn’t have one.

These individuals had bulges under their clothes, which looked like concealed weapons.

To Leonard Churchill, though, these inept assassins were akin to the bottom rung of the Gang members in Sinless City, so he didn’t take them seriously.

But following their erratic gazes, he noticed these people seemed to be watching Vera Williams, who had come down from Machinery City, and he furrowed his brows slightly, “They’re targeting the young miss of the Song family?”

Robbers, or some kind of enemy?

Leonard Churchill thought for a moment, then silently made his way over.

On closer observation, there were a dozen individuals with ill intentions hidden among the refugees.

Since he was present, he wouldn’t just stand by and watch his newly met mysterious pen friend fall victim to a lowly assassination.

“Premeditated assassination, huh…”

Seeing the setup, Leonard Churchill knew that those in front of him were just underlings; there must be a mastermind behind them.

But he didn’t sense any particularly high-tier presence.

It made sense considering Bolton Mechanical Town was a remote small city.

Not every place was like Sinless City, crawling with legends and strong figures, more than one of which were remarkable.