Catastrophe Card King - Chapter 1611

Chapter 1611: Chapter 489: Demon Beast Attacks the Camp_2 Chapter 1611: Chapter 489: Demon Beast Attacks the Camp_2 “`
Upon hearing this, the unease in Madam Mister’s brows finally dissipated as she solemnly said, “Thank you.”

Leonard Churchill and Sophia Jones listened, a hint of contemplation appearing in their eyes.

Speaking of which, Madam Mister once again signaled the bartender to serve drinks and said, “An old friend of yours asked me to send his regards to you; this is the drink he told me to buy for you. Also, he was wondering if the object he’s looking for is somewhere in this camp.”

Elder Clinton was startled, “My old friend? What object?”

Madam Mister didn’t respond; she simply watched him.

A drunken patron nearby couldn’t stand it any longer and laughed mockingly, “Hey, old man, aren’t you supposed to be able to do Divinations… and you ask others what they’re looking for?”

This conversation was overheard by everyone.

But what they heard wasn’t the true intention of the dialogue.

Elder Clinton, feeling choked by the comment, showed an embarrassed expression on his old face and quickly lifted his cup, pretending to drink a glass to cover his embarrassment.

With a crafty glint in his eyes, as if struck by an idea, he put down his cup and tossed three Gold Coins at random. Looking at the heads-and-tails patterns of two coins, he remarked, “Well… if you’re determined to look, you can naturally find anything. And based on the Divination, it seems that the object you’re looking for can be found.”

He didn’t say it was in the camp, nor did he say it wasn’t.

This is a common trick used by fortune-telling scammers.

Speak ambiguously, allowing the customers to interpret the meanings themselves.

If the guess is right, it’s credited to the Divination; if it’s wrong, it’s your misunderstanding.

Elder Clinton’s words were just that line of work.

Upon hearing this, the other patrons sneered even more and lost any interest in listening to the charlatan’s spiel.

Madam Mister, however, nodded and then inquired, “We’ve just arrived at the camp and would like to go on an adventure. When do you think is the best time to set out?”

Elder Clinton said off the top of his head, “Well, with adequate preparation for anything, you should wait at least three to five days, right?”

“Thank you for the advice.”

Madam Mister asked three questions and showed no intention of continuing the inquiry.

She then stood up from her high stool and said to Elder Clinton, “Elder, I shall take my leave.”

Elder Clinton seemed to think the money was too easy and his smile never faded. As he saw his big spender about to leave, he finally added, “Ah? Miss, you’re leaving so soon? I also provide information and serve as a guide. If you need anything, we can talk more…”

“No, thank you.”

Madam Mister: “I’ll seek advice from the elder another time.”

Ten thousand years ago, during that encounter, the old man had erected a Stele by the Sealing site, and at that time she did not realize his capabilities.

Seeing him now, she had not a shred of underestimation left.

She was well aware that the more questions asked, the greater the entanglement with Cause and Effect.

She made a decisive exit.

Turning her head, Madam Mister glanced at Leonard Churchill, teasingly saying, “Handsome, I’ll be around the camp for the next few days, when can we meet alone to have a good chat~”
Leonard Churchill didn’t take her seriously, and with a raised eyebrow, he said, “Hmm. Definitely next time.”

Madam Mister smirked coquettishly and without saying more, she turned and left the tavern.

….

Madam Mister hadn’t even warmed her seat before leaving.

However, Leonard Churchill fell into deep thought.

To others, their conversation seemed trivial, but his mind captured many crucial points.

1, Reuel Bible is nearby; 2, the Crimson Sect is looking for something in the camp; 3, they will take action in three days.

Previously, Leonard Churchill was guessing what was sealed inside the coffin brought by the Red Robed Archbishop.

Now, it seemed likely that it was the “Mysterious Giant Hand” from the Royal Academy.

After all, Reuel Bible, or rather, the “Crimson Corruption Seyadis” within him, was after that Giant Hand.

Probably except for Leonard Churchill, who knew about the coffin in the convoy thanks to Ivan, the Crimson Sect might not be aware of this “secret weapon” of the Holy See, at least uncertainly.

That’s why Madam Mister came for Divination.

Then, she got some indicative answers from Elder Clinton.

In the ancient times, many Wars required the “Prophet” and “priest” to divinate for an auspicious day.

In the dialogue just now, Leonard Churchill sniffed something of the ancient rules.

He previously thought the camp would be the main battlefield, but it was just a conjecture.

Now, after meeting Madam Mister, it was almost certain.

He and Sophia Jones didn’t linger in the tavern either. If Elder Clinton was indeed in the camp, it would be convenient to find him later.

As the two walked along the street, Leonard Churchill’s thoughts were still submerged in deduction.

Walking along, he looked at Sophia Jones beside him and suddenly asked, “Aunt Jones, are you curious about the origins of that Madam Mister?”

Sophia Jones replied indifferently, “There is a decaying Air about that woman. To me, she seems to have lived for at least a few hundred years. Is she a Vampire?”

Leonard Churchill was surprised she could discern so much but shook his head and said, “She is a Vampire, indeed. But she hasn’t lived for just a few hundred years. She’s lived for tens of thousands of years.”

At that revelation, Sophia Jones was genuinely surprised, “Ah???”

“Yes. The first time I met her was when I was in… what was considered space…”

Leonard Churchill knew Sophia Jones had an Immortal Aegis Animals backing her, very widely informed, and he wanted to share and get a broader perspective.

He then voiced his previous thoughts, including a series of connected clues.

Sophia Jones listened intently. There was so much key information hidden in the tavern conversation that she had missed.

As they walked, the two arrived at the restaurant they visited before.

Several officers of the Revolutionary Army were still waiting there.

Waiting listlessly, a bored group of fellows leaned against the window, as if watching some excitement.

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