Catastrophe Card King

Chapter 1608: Chapter 488_2 Chapter 1608: Chapter 488_2 Before witnessing Griffith’s assault on the Ninth Rank Cardinal, he was very aware that battles between such high-level fighters are extremely dangerous for anyone involved.

This is also why he is explaining this to Sophia Jones and the others now.

Staying here could truly result in death.

Since he had foreseen some signs of danger, the normal choice would be to leave this place first.

But everyone at the table is a Revolutionary Army cadre, having survived countless dangerous trials, and thus they are not faint of heart.

Although they all realized the crisis at hand, far from retreating, there was an excited, eager look in their eyes.

Opportunities often come with crises; everyone could see that the Death Domain related to Emperor Lanlingster’s fall must be filled with big opportunities, and no one wanted to leave empty-handed.

Leonard Churchill then added, “However, I feel like, Aunt Jones, weren’t you keen on that Eighth Rank pureblood Hellish Breed [Nether Peacock]? I think if the camp encounters trouble, that Demon Beast might come.”

Sophia Jones responded with a nod, “Hmm.”

After learning about the [Nether Peacock], she found that this type of Hellish Breed Demon Beast’s attributes were very compatible with her Professional Sequence.

But as the leader, she had to consider more.

She didn’t dare to be negligent and looked at Leonard Churchill, asking, “Do you have a plan?”

“No,”
Leonard Churchill shook his head.

Sophia Jones also frowned slightly.

The others also threw surprised glances at him, as if to say: You don’t have a plan?

Leonard Churchill looked at them with a self-deprecating smile, ‘I am the world’ doesn’t allow for the deduction of everything, at least not with his current abilities.

But he didn’t elaborate further because this wasn’t the first time he had encountered such a situation.

If he hadn’t met Elder Clinton, he really would have thought it best to leave the camp and watch the action from a distance.

But since he had met him, there was actually a way.

Without delay, Leonard Churchill stood up and said, “I’ll go find an anchor point first.”

Everyone: “Anchor point?”

Leonard Churchill nodded seriously: “Yes. An anchor point that can save lives.”

…

After the Holy Church’s squadron entered the camp, they stationed themselves in the Magic Tower to the southeast.

The camp resumed its normal hustle and bustle.

Not only had an Archbishop and over a thousand Holy Dragon Knights arrived, but also a large number of mercenaries and Adventurers followed the convoy.

There were many more pedestrians on the streets.

Not sure if others from the Great Sword Group could get in touch with Elder Clinton, only Leonard Churchill and Sophia Jones went out from the tavern.

Sophia Jones’ Life Pattern was very special, and furthermore, her contracted Ancestral Spirit Immortal knew Elder Clinton.

Elder Clinton enjoyed drinking, and most of the time, he could be found in a tavern.

Indeed.

They had just searched the second tavern when they spotted a shrinking old man in the corner of the bar at the “Time Traveler Tavern.”

Clad in simplistic Adventurer Leather Armor, he seemed penniless.

Counting a few Silver coins over and over, his face showed the plight of not having money for food after drinking. Yet, he yearned for the fine wines in the cabinets, a wrinkled face full of indecision. Eventually, with a painful heart, he handed over a few coppers, receiving in return a cup of inferior wine with a poker-faced bartender serving him.

Leonard Churchill looked on with a smile, this old man seeming as if he never changed.

It was a mystery, how such a legendary character always found himself in such predicaments whenever met.

Approaching the counter, he called for drinks and greeted, “Senior Clinton, long time no see.”

Sophia Jones also greeted him calmly yet respectfully, “Senior.”

In the presence of this Immortal, whatever her status, she knew she had to show adequate respect.

Elder Clinton, hearing someone call him, turned and looked at Leonard Churchill and Sophia Jones, his eyes filled with confusion, “You are…?”

Seeing his expression, a hint of expected helplessness flashed across Leonard Churchill’s brows.

Alright, he forgot again.

Leonard Churchill didn’t mind at all, signaling the bartender to place three large wooden cups full of Limu liquor in front of them, giving one to Elder Clinton, “I’m Leonard Churchill. You forgot again, Senior?”

Elder Clinton saw someone offering him a drink, his suspicious look evaporating into joy. Regardless of whether he recognized them or not, he behaved as if taking an advantage without hesitation was second nature, quickly lifting the cup and gulping down two mouthfuls, then said, “Oh, thanks.”

With the drink swallowed, he then sighed out contentedly.

Elder Clinton then took another look at Leonard Churchill and Sophia Jones, still not recognizing them, but he didn’t forget to peddle his wares, “Are you here to buy information from me? Oh, I’m telling you, you’ve come to the right person. The information I have is good quality and cheap, and there’s plenty of it…”

As he spoke, he patted his chest bang-bang.

Patrons by the bar glanced at him with disdain.

From head to toe, the old man screamed unreliable, practically branding the words “Swindler” on his forehead.

Leonard Churchill watched with a bittersweet smile.

Having known Elder Clinton’s identity as a “Diviner” a hundred years ago, he was aware that, despite not seeming trustworthy, he really was reliable.

Today, since the old senior was playing the role of an “Information merchant,” they would just accept it as such.

Leonard Churchill also had no expectations that the other party would recognize him immediately.

Their main purpose for seeking him out was to confirm that this “anchor point” was in the camp.

At least, no matter what happened, Elder Clinton would not die.

In Leonard Churchill’s eyes, this anchor point could anchor many things.

…

The patrons nearby, seemingly put off by Elder Clinton’s untidiness, turned their heads and left.