Catastrophe Card King - Chapter 736

Chapter 736: Chapter 239: Seeing Elder Clinton Again

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“Mr. Leonard Churchill, where are we headed now?”

“To the refugee camp.”

“…”

The underground world was boundless, and Machinery City had been expanding like moles furrowing through the earth.

Around Bolton City for hundreds of miles lay dangerous uninhabited zones.

In his current weakened state, Leonard Churchill could barely protect himself, let alone ensure the safe arrival of Vera Williams, whose combat power was equally unremarkable, to another city.

Besides, neither of them had any intention of leaving.

Leonard Churchill was very interested in the Vampire contamination source; all signs suggested that there was more behind it. Vera Williams, too, had to wait for the Federation to send back the lord’s handover procedure and also needed to look after her Rose Chamber of Commerce.

After weighing the pros and cons, the only safer place was within the refugee camp.

…..

By the dark mountain road, Leonard Churchill led Vera Williams and Pigeon, squatting in a corner.

They hadn’t gone directly to the refugee camp but planned to wait here for the next wave of new refugees before mixing in.

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That way, they would face a lot less trouble.

Pigeon wasn’t very old but was quite sensible.

He hadn’t felt endangered but rather excited when Leonard Churchill picked him up like a small chick and leapt down from Machinery City.

It was only then that he realized the gentleman he had met by chance that morning was a formidable card master.

He not only had imparted the priceless Breathing Method to him but also the Fist Method.

In the refugee camp, where people fought to the death over a piece of black bread, this was an extraordinary grace.

Of course, Pigeon didn’t yet realize the value of these techniques, nor did he realize that meeting Leonard Churchill was a major turning point in his fate.

Having been a refugee for a long time, Pigeon wasn’t afraid of the dark, forsaken wilderness. At the moment, he was earnestly closing his eyes in meditation, practicing the basics of the Breathing Method.

On the other side, Vera Williams and Leonard Churchill were chatting idly.

The elder miss of the financial conglomerate still felt like she was dreaming up to this moment.

Not to mention spending a night in the wilderness alone, she rarely went out at night.

The silence around them was frightening, with a cold breeze brushing by.

Every so often, there were terrifying howls from some unknown creature, sending chills down one’s spine.

The cold light from the alchemy gem illuminated the face opposite her, which remained unflappably serene throughout. This brought an inexplicable peace of mind to Vera Williams.

The desolate environment also helped to clear her thoughts.

If not for Mr. Sunny appearing suddenly in her world, both her aunt’s malicious schemes and the insider would have been enough to kill her many times over.

This kind of life-saving grace was hard to articulate.

Now, her trust in Leonard Churchill felt like that of a long-time dear friend.

He said to go, and she followed without hesitation.

And after such a life-changing experience, her mindset was undergoing a dramatic transformation.

But regaining her senses, she also knew her situation was dire.

Vera Williams looked at Leonard Churchill, her eyes full of remorse, “I’m sorry, Mr. Leonard Churchill, for dragging you into this. I didn’t expect it to turn out this way…”

Originally, she had just written a letter intending to meet.

In her fanciful imaginings, they might have had a pleasant date.

Talk about life goals, history, literature, and even those business philosophies that spanned across the ages…

But she had never envisioned such a scenario for their meeting.

As “Sunny” had duly arrived, he too was swept into a massive threat to his life.

If it weren’t for her, he would not be in any danger at all, right?

She truly was sorry.

That’s what Vera Williams thought.

But looking at his composed expression, she couldn’t help but admire him. He was really impressive.

Even though he wasn’t one of those top-tier card masters with outrageous power, she always felt that he could handle any threat with ease.

This composure wasn’t just a reflection of strength; it seemed to be a certainty about the fate that awaited them in the future.

A certainty that they would be safe and sound.

“Heh heh. It’s nothing about dragging anyone down…”

Leonard Churchill laughed, not sure how to respond.

But if he knew what the girl was thinking, he would be amazed at how astutely intuitive Vera Williams was.

If it were anywhere else, even with his mindset, he would have felt surrounded by dangers.

But because he had indeed traveled from a hundred years in the future, he knew some “outcomes” of the future.

Therefore, many things, when reasoned backward, seemed predictable.

Take, for example, the young boy beside him.

When he first met Pigeon, he didn’t think much of it.

He thought he was just running into a refugee with extraordinary talent and took an interest in giving him a few pointers.

However, after chatting with Vera Williams during the dinner, he realized that this was a hundred years ago.

With that piece of information, he took a close look at the little tyke, and wasn’t that Mr. Dove, the one who had delivered the letter to him before?

That meant he lived for another hundred years.

Only then did Leonard Churchill finally understand why Mr. Dove had said they had met before, even though it was their first encounter.

Thus, it was evident that Pigeon had survived a hundred years into the future.

And according to Leonard Churchill’s speculation, Vera Williams must have done the same.

Otherwise, if the young miss had truly died in the current timeline, then a hundred years later, no one would remember those letters, nor would anyone have sought him out for a century.

Therefore.

Knowing the outcome, when he thought back over the cause, wasn’t that proof that they couldn’t die?

It was just that the process was unknown.

Thoughts flashed through Leonard Churchill’s mind, and he marvelled at the wonder of time travel.

This was also the scenario he felt was most likely after his analysis.

Even if it was a “parallel universe” where his actions after crossing over could change the future trajectory of the world,

he could at least be certain of one thing, that there was an outcome where they survived.

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