Catastrophe Card King - Chapter 261
Chapter 261: Chapter 115 Crying Angel 2
Translator: 549690339
If the Silver Moon Sect knew about this situation, they might indeed come in search of the ancient legacies.
And there might be more than just one space containing them.
Leonard Churchill thought about this, his expression slightly odd: “Hissing.. It can’t be that the Silver Moon Sect really came looking for the legacy of the Ancient God, and then those three from the X Bureau followed them, right?” It seemed he had an unfortunate connection with this Old Days Sect.
He ran into them everywhere.
But before he had time to think more about it,
As soon as Reuel Bible sat down, the patron in the seat next to him tried to sneak away.
Mushroomhead and the short-haired woman standing behind him cleverly stopped him.
Reuel Bible chuckled and said casually, “Elder Clinton, long time no see.”
The man who had been sneaking around shook his head repeatedly, still trying to escape, “No, no. You have the wrong person.”
Hearing this, Reuel Bible muttered to himself, “You’ve forgotten me again…” Then smiled and said, “Don’t worry. We are not from the Lionheart Family. We are from the X Bureau; we just want to ask you a few questions.”
At this moment, the man finally dared to look up at the three of them: “Hm?”
Although the voices of the conversation were not loud, Leonard Churchill still heard them clearly.
“What a coincidence…”
The man Leonard stopped turned out to be an old acquaintance.
It was Elder Clinton, the “Dog King” who had been on the same team with him in the Alternate Dimension.
What a small world.
No, actually,
The camp was tiny.
There were only two taverns and this guy was a notorious drunkard, so the likelihood of running into him was rather high.
Leonard had noticed this guy earlier.
He would shrink and crawl while drinking, constantly complaining that the wine was too expensive. Each sip he took, he seemed to cringe as if in pain; it was rather comical.
But considering there were many eccentric people among the hunters, Leonard didn’t pay much attention to him.
Turns out he was an old acquaintance.
“I can’t believe he’s still alive…”
Recognizing Elder Clinton, Leonard was somewhat emotional.
Dog King lived up to his name; his ability to survive showed his true capability. But when he thought about it, if it weren’t for the old man’s “Crotch Evasion Method,” Leonard would have had a hard time avoiding those ghost-like creatures in the alternate dimension.
So there kind of was a connection between them.
And after drinking together for so long, he hadn’t recognized him.
Quite impressive of this old guy to keep his cover like that…
Leonard thought of something, his eyes slightly narrowed.
However, he couldn’t hear the conversation going on behind him.
“Did they use a Soundproofing Prohibition?”
Leonard frowned slightly.
The more mysterious these guys acted, the more Leonard felt that something might happen.
Out of curiosity, he cast a discreet glance at them.
Leonard, who had a photographic memory, was by no means a novice at lip-reading.
Even if he couldn’t hear them, he could still pick up bits of their conversation.
“Old man, I know you’re well-informed. We want to ask you about something.”
Ah… I don’t know anything. You’re sure you got the right person…”
“I know you are adept at some secret skills. Have you noticed any abnormalities in the Rainbow Cloud Shop?”
“Oh my, those so-called secret skills, I was just babbling nonsense when I was
drunk. You three important people can’t seriously believe me…”
“No nonsense. Money speaks.”
Big brother, just say it, what do you want to know.”
It seemed that Reuel Bible knew Elder Clinton.
But Elder Clinton seemed to have no recollection of him.
Leonard found this strange.
But that was not his main concern at the moment.
When he keyed in on this intelligence, his sense of foreboding grew stronger and stronger.
The fact that the X Bureau had sent people here indicated that they had something substantial to rely on.
At this moment, could there really be Silver Moon Disciples inside the camp? Truth be told, even knowing that the Lionheart Family members were coming, Leonard didn’t feel much of a crisis.
After all, there was plenty of intelligence, and many things could be anticipated.
But the Old Days Believers were a different story.
Those people gave him just two vibes – creepy and sinister!
Originally, Leonard intended to spy a little more to hear what they were talking about. &
But unexpectedly, Reuel Bible seemed to have noticed something, the corner of his eyes twitching, as if he was about to look up.
Seeing these details, Leonard quickly looked away, thinking to himself, “Such powerful perception.”
Reuel Bible and the others didn’t seem interested in paying attention to anyone else. They continued their questioning, their expressions growing more serious.
Continuing to watch would only attract their attention. As such, Leonard didn’t plan to stay in the tavern any longer. After encountering these folks, Leonard suddenly sensed a whiff of impending danger.
He wanted to leave as soon as possible.
At least, he wanted to stay away from Reuel Bible and his party.
But the twist came out of nowhere.
Just as Leonard was about to get up and leave,
The unexpected happened.
The butterfly door was pushed open and a hunchbacked old man, carrying a black cross as tall as an adult, slowly walked into the tavern.
The man seemed to have crawled out of a grave, exuding a strong aura of death.
The cross dragged on the wooden floor, making an occasional creepy frictional noise.
It was this hair-raising noise that seemed to mute the entire tavern. The bustling tavern suddenly became eerily silent.
Because,
As soon as the hunchbacked old man entered, Everyone felt as if they were being watched by the grim reaper, their hearts sinking into a frigid abyss.
Furthermore, they could distinctly hear the ancient, profound incantation being chanted by the hunchbacked weirdo.
’Rejoice in the wailing of pain, exult in the spilling of blood, Wandering amongst the shadows of the graves, Thirsting for blood, instilling fear in mortals, Joy, dreams, the Thousand Faces of the Moon, Merrily gaze upon your devotees’ sacrifices..’
