Catastrophe Card King - Chapter 1612

Chapter 1612: Chapter 489 Demon Beast Attacks the Camp_3 Chapter 1612: Chapter 489 Demon Beast Attacks the Camp_3 Bonnie looked at Sophia Jones and Leonard Churchill as they returned and greeted, “The Captain is back.”

The others glanced over as well but their eyes were still fixed on the window.

Sophia Jones asked, “What are you looking at?”

Bonnie gossiped, “Looking at your suitor who is currently bullying others with his power…”

“???”

Sophia Jones also felt it strange, what was that all about?

Leonard Churchill also looked out the window.

Just in time to see William, the young lord of the King’s Knight Mercenary Group, leading a team to patrol the Firefly Camp.

They seemed to have encountered some suspicious characters, which led to a conflict.

The other party in the conflict was a small Adventure Group of seven or eight people.

The King’s Knights had cordoned off the alley, and the onlookers outside couldn’t see the commotion.

But from the second floor, Leonard Churchill and company could see everything quite clearly.

The conflict was already over, and someone was injured and bleeding.

It looked like the normal procedure for dealing with suspicious persons: a search, an arrest, and taking them in for questioning.

Such incidents occured many times a day at Firefly Camp.

Some were wrongly accused, others were indeed problematic… normally none of this was worth paying attention to.

However, because it was Captain William who was leading the arrest, members of the Revolutionary Army became spectators to the scene.

“Hey, that blonde girl’s face is covered up, but she still looks quite distinctive.”

“I’ve heard that some high-ranking clergy within the Holy Church have a predilection for the young, especially some old geezers. I reckon that picking out suspicious people is just a facade, it’s probably to catch someone for that Archbischop…”

“Yeah, I heard in the tavern that that Bishop Fedor who just arrived doesn’t have a very good reputation…”

“…”

While watching, people were also muttering among themselves.

The Dragon Clan is lecherous, and Dragon Descendants are the same; there are many messy affairs on the Southern Continent.

It was nothing much to just watch.

But now things had changed.

Leonard Churchill previously speculated that William might be from the Sect of Light, so this guy’s every action could be driven by an ulterior motive.

As his thoughts analyzed whether this security incident was connected to other events, his peripheral vision caught a blonde girl among those arrested, and Leonard Churchill’s pupils narrowed slightly, “Huh?”

His photographic memory allowed him to immediately recognize something familiar.

Despite some changes, wasn’t that Princess Sofia in her transformed state?

Few had seen her transformed appearance, but coincidentally, Leonard Churchill had seen her before in the “Black Crow Fort” Alternate Dimension.

“The Light Saintess is here too?”

In an instant, Leonard Churchill had guessed the whole cause of this incident.

It seemed to be a sudden occurrence, but was in fact a deliberate plan to send Princess Sofia to the Magic Tower.

For many things to be seen as reasonable, one must prepare some public sentiment in advance.

Like the high-ranking church’s behavior issues that the Revolutionary Army members had heard about.

Regardless of whether Bishop Fedor actually had behavioral issues, now that his subordinates knew, sending a few young girls over was seen as normal human behavior.

“Hey… things are getting interesting now…”

Leonard Churchill’s eyes were misty, having just encountered Madam Mister, and now the Light Saintess appeared.

If it wasn’t a coincidence, had the Sect of Light and the Crimson Sect joined forces?

But why did Elder Clinton say to wait three days?

…

Three days flashed by.

Because he guessed something might happen, Leonard Churchill had been observing everything in the camp for the past few days.

But there was no movement from either the Crimson Sect or the Sect of Light.

Apart from more and more people arriving, the camp was no different from a regular adventure camp.

Until the third day, at noon.

Although he knew something might happen today, meals still had to be eaten.

Leonard Churchill and Sophia Jones and the others chose a familiar restaurant with a window seat that overlooked the camp gate, and proceeded to eat as usual.

At midday, the restaurant was crowded.

Leonard Churchill ate while chatting with Sophia Jones and the others, casting glances at the flow of people entering and exiting the camp gate.

He tried his best to memorize every face he saw, and his mind mapped out a variety of different threads of destiny…

In these days, he had seen countless people.

Leonard Churchill also discovered many interesting things.

Like some Adventure Groups that dressed up as wild groups but contained hidden High-Order Card Masters;
Like some inconspicuous trading groups’ Mercenary Corps that turned out to be Royal Knights in disguise;
And many more.

Leonard Churchill noticed that many official people from the Ariel Empire were present.

By contrast, the personnel from “unidentified forces” were much more skilled in their concealment.

In short, the current atmosphere in Firefly Camp was a mix of fish and dragons, a prelude to an impending storm.

Leonard Churchill didn’t think the people of the Holy Church were unaware of it.

Even all parties involved in the game were well aware of the oncoming conflict.

The Holy Church was baiting; the other parties were thinking of swallowing the bait along with the fish…

Now every side was accumulating strength, preparing for a big battle.

Leonard Churchill also didn’t know what he would end up witnessing.

His peripheral vision flitted here and there.

However, in midst of looking around, another long trade caravan entered the camp with great fanfare.

Thousands of people.

Leonard Churchill swept a glance and suddenly thought he saw something.

Looking back, he saw clearly.

Among the caravan, a sword-wielding youth followed the caravan’s rhythm, entering Firefly Camp unhurriedly.

Leonard Churchill recognized the starry-eyed, sword-browed youth and wondered why he felt so familiar. Upon taking a second look, he confirmed, “Colin?”

It was no one else but Elder Clinton’s assistant Colin.

It had been a long time since they saw each other; the youth now had a certain heroic aura in his brow.

But seeing him, Leonard Churchill suddenly realized why Elder Clinton said to wait until today.

That intuition in his heart grew stronger.

Suddenly, while the trade caravan had just entered the camp, the lookout guard shouted as if he noticed something: “Demon Beast attack! Demon Beast attack!”

The sound of the horn echoed throughout the camp, and the crowd on the streets became agitated in an instant.

Leonard Churchill exchanged a glance with Sophia Jones, finally, it had come!

The other Revolutionary Army cadres could hardly contain their anticipation, resting their hands on their weapons.

The narrative unfolding was exactly like the script they had anticipated a few days ago.

Watching the camp erupt into noise, their eyes involuntarily turned to Leonard Churchill, their gazes filled with surprise: Was there really a Demon Beast attack?