Catastrophe Card King

Chapter 718: 234: You Teleport Me Here, Can I Refuse?_5



Chapter 718: 234: You Teleport Me Here, Can I Refuse?_5

Chapter 718: Chapter 234: You Teleport Me Here, Can I Refuse?_5

Even though he considered himself intelligent, Leonard Churchill was at a loss for what the girl, Vera Williams, was thinking amid the complex emotions fluttering across her face.

He could understand surprise and astonishment, but this doubt…?

“Wasn’t it you who sent someone with the new arrival?”

“I wasn’t this taken aback even when I crossed over to see you. Why are you looking at me with such guarded eyes, as though seeing a swindler, what does it mean?”

He also directly replied, “Yes. Wasn’t it you… who arranged for someone to send a letter?”

The expression on Vera Williams’ face instantly shifted, “I arranged?”

She certainly hadn’t made any arrangements.

However, before she could consider the person before her a fraud, Leonard Churchill doubted his own judgement and asked, “Are you ‘Anne’ Miss, the one who wrote the letter to me?”

At his words, both Captain Sam and Pigeon in the room became confused.

Both of them partly understood, but at the same time did not fully grasp the situation.

A twitch appeared at the corner of Vera Williams’ eye; with outsiders present, how could she admit that a lady had written a letter to a strange man.

Leonard Churchill saw the girl’s dilemma and said straightforwardly, “I didn’t reply earlier because I had gone to a very dangerous place. Then, there was some problem with the letters. And, to reply to your letters, I had to wait for you to write and guess the content. I never received the last letter. Until you sent somebody…”

“…”

Vera Williams still felt something was off.

But everything the man before her said tallied up, except for having someone send the letter at the end.

Vera Williams was caught in a tumult of conflicting thoughts.

She longed to meet “Mr. Sunny” but feared being entangled in a vast conspiracy and faced with disappointment.

That’s it!

An idea struck her.

Vera Williams’ eyes lit up: Mr. Sunny is a Scholar proficient in Taron Ancient Language!

Even if someone had indeed spied on her letters, finding a person proficient in Taron Ancient Language to act as a swindler was simply impossible.

She did not go so far as to ask about the content of the letters to the two of them, bypassing that awkwardness.

Instead, she directly took out a piece of paper from her Storage Ring and asked, “Mr. Sunny, sorry, could you help me see what is written on this?”

As she spoke, she handed over the paper with a look of suspicion.

This was a segment of ancient language she had been working on translating recently.

If he failed to interpret it or came up with some excuse…

Then Vera Williams could be certain that the person before her was, without a doubt, a swindler!

Perhaps her aunt had been right; the previous rescue might have been orchestrated by someone behind the scenes.

Oh god, how terrifying.

These damned swindlers… posing as the esteemed Mr. Sunny I respect.

However, before Miss Williams could conjure up the intricate conspiracies, Leonard Churchill nonchalantly deciphered the content of the paper: “This is a Taron Spell concerning the comprehension of the Wind Series Rule. It reads ‘The Wind Elements move through the air; you need to grasp them and shape them into the form you desire…'”

Upon hearing his words, Vera Williams’ face froze in shock, and her eyes rigidly locked in place: “You… you really can understand it?”

Leonard Churchill couldn’t help but show a wry smile, failing to notice that his pen friend was probing him: “Yes, I can.”

Vera Williams, still in disbelief, took out an even more complicated fragment of Taron Ancient Language: “What about this?”

This was homework assigned to her by her Teacher.

No one else knew about it!

Leonard Churchill casually took it and recited the content: “It’s written ‘Praise the great King of Augustus, you are wise and magnificent…'”

Listening to this man accurately translate it right away, Vera Williams immediately confirmed that he truly was a Scholar skilled in Taron Ancient Language.

Her lips parted in amazement, and it took her a while before she could speak: “Mr. Sunny, is it really you?!”

Leonard Churchill gave her a look, still composed: “Yes, it is me.”

In an instant, Vera Williams finally understood why she had felt a strange sense of familiarity all this time.

It truly was him!

Vera Williams wanted to jump for joy.

If it wasn’t for their first meeting, she would have loved to embrace this long-admired friend warmly.

But upon realizing her status as a lady, she quickly composed herself, expressing her emotions with a sigh: “Mr. Sunny, you… you really came?!”

Leonard Churchill didn’t understand why the girl was so surprised and responded with some helplessness: “Yes, I did. Wasn’t it you who wrote the letter wanting to meet…?”

His unspoken words were: You invited me here using a Disaster Object, how could I possibly refuse?

Vera Williams was so excited she found it hard to speak and didn’t know where to begin the conversation.

However, before they could catch up…

At that moment, a guard suddenly ran in from outside: “Miss, it’s terrible. The deputy leader of the Steam Hammer Robber Group we had captured has escaped from the cellar!”

On hearing this, Vera Williams’ demeanor turned serious in an instant: “How did he escape?”

The guard responded with a troubled expression: “We don’t know. It seems… it seems like someone infiltrated the Commerce Guild, unlocked the Magic-suppressing shackles, and rescued him.”

Vera Williams’ face darkened: “Come, let’s go take a look!”

Leonard Churchill, hearing this, was the least bit surprised.

He had previously sensed that the mastermind behind the assassination plot might be within the Bolton Mechanical City itself.

Hiring bandits of this caliber for an assassination was a rarity in such small towns.

But Leonard Churchill wasn’t all that interested in what was likely a common “conspiracy for wealth and murder.”

Instead, his interest was piqued by the bodies of the bandits, whose state resembled that of Vampires.

Now that he had met his pen friend, and upon hearing that Vera Williams was heading to the cellar, he straightforwardly requested: “Is there a survivor? Or even a body will do. I would like to take a look.”


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