Chapter 743: Chapter 240 Poker Round: Four Kings Carry the Coffin (Requesting Monthly Tickets)_4
The girl’s expression was full of confusion, and she nced sideways at Leonard Churchill, only to find that he had fallen into a profound contemtion.
For a moment, no one spoke in the tent.
After a while, Leonard Churchill shook his head in self-mockery, waving away those thoughts that he could notprehend at the moment, and bowed, “Thank you for your guidance, elder.”
Elder Clinton lookedpletely at ease, embodying the demeanor of a sage.
But in the next instant, the smugness in his eyes and the small gesture of rubbing his hands togetherpletely shattered that demeanor.
His expression genuinely conveyed his thoughts: Look, you seem pleased, shouldn’t there be an extra charge?
….
Leonard Churchill was familiar with the old man’s character and simply smiled, nodding at Vera Williams, “Could you give the elder another piece of bread?”
Not too much, just enough will do.
The old man did like to take advantage of small gains, but he wasn’t really concerned about money.<div>
What he was looking for was something specific.
Vera Williams also obediently took out another piece of bread.
Seeing that his two guests were so generous, Elder Clinton couldn’t help but be overly pleased as he reached out and grabbed the bread.
But at that very moment of reaching out, a special wound was revealed from under his sleeve, two blood holes, like those inflicted by a venomous snake, butrger.
Leonard Churchill suddenly realized something and asked, “Elder, have you been bitten by a vampire?”
Elder Clinton’s face showed instant panic, hurriedly covering his sleeve: “Don’t go around spreading rumors, I… I… I haven’t turned into a monster.”
Leonard Churchill saw the old man’s fear of trouble and, rather than worrying, he said with a lightugh, “Elder, we mean no harm. I just wanted to say, if you… you need more food, you can tell me.”
He wasn’t worried that the old man would die.
If anyone was to die, it certainly wouldn’t be him.
But he was curious, wasn’t it said that being bitten would turn one into a vampire?
Why hadn’t the old man turned?
And on second thought regarding the bread, it seemed like just eating more of it sufficed?@@novelbin@@
Of course, Leonard Churchill also thought it was normal not to change; vampires were perhaps not more mysterious than this man.
Vera Williams, who was by his side, realized upon hearing this that the situation was far from simple.
She had first-hand experience of the horror of those vampires.
This elder… had actually been bitten?
Yet seeing Leonard Churchill’s still nonchnt expression, Vera Williams suppressed the urge to immediately leave the tent.
Upon hearing Leonard Churchill’s words, Elder Clinton’s shrewd eyes darted around, as if he was undergoing aplex internal struggle.
Seeing that Leonard Churchill and hispanion meant no harm, he finally exined, “Oh, sorry, I did indeed… encounter a little ident. But I don’t remember how I got this wound. I just heard yesterday that people bitten by monsters in the refugee camp might contract the gue, so I was worried you might misunderstand…”<div>
“…”
Upon hearing this, Leonard Churchill wasn’t surprised.
Elder Clinton’s frequent memory loss was nothing out of the ordinary.
But as previously suspected, Elder Clinton’s presence here was bound to be no simple matter.<div>
Thinking it was a good time to ask about the contamination source, Leonard Churchill asked, “Elder, do you have any idea what’s the deal with that ‘vampire’?”
“How would I know?”
Elder Clinton instinctively didn’t want to borate, but looking at the bread Leonard Churchill offered again, he said, “I think, it might be a leak from some ancient gue seal? I’ve heard that some figures in ck are searching for the source these days…”
“So it really is the gue.”
Coming from Elder Clinton’s mouth, Leonard Churchill could almost confirm that the vampire bloodline contamination was indeed a gue.
He further inquired, “Where do you think the source might be?”
Elder Clinton gave him a look, “Who knows…”
But considering the ck bread’s sake, he appeared to try hard to recall and finally squeezed out a few sentences: “However, I’ve read in ancient books that mithril is the best means for sealing gues. Rum County is known for its rich oreyers, if you wish to look, you might try heading in that direction…”
“???”
Leonard Churchill had just asked casually.
He had not expected to actually uncover a critical clue.
Mithril?!
Upon hearing this keyword, a thought immediately shed through Leonard Churchill’s mind.<div>
That was, the “Treasure Map” in Vera William’s possession indicated that there was a mithril mine nearby!
This special magical metal was indeed frequently used in transcendent purposes, but he didn’t expect it could also be used to seal gues.
Leonard Churchill nced at Vera Williams and saw shock on her face as well; they were clearly on the same page.
Moreover, Leonard Churchill associated it with more.
He hadn’t just heard of the Mithril Ore, he had seen it!
Previously, in the “Greedy Mining Well” Alternate Dimension where he obtained the Werewolf Bloodline, he had personally encountered an altar made entirely of mithril.
The second “Spell y Pot” he possessed was obtained from that altar!
“Huh…”
Leonard’s mind was spinning with thoughts.
If Elder Clinton hadn’t appeared here, he might have thought it was a coincidence.
After all, rare metals like Mithril are not umon in the underground world.
But now, the situation was that the Mithril ore near Bolton Town might be directly rted to the vampire contamination!
However, after all that, there was no more information to get from Elder Clinton’s mouth.<div>
Leonard didn’t press further and left the tent.
…
The two of them walked out of the tent.
Vera’s expression was also extremely odd.
While listening to that iprehensible divination earlier, she had found it very strange.
Now, realizing that her own Mithril ore might be tied to a vampire gue made things veryplicated.
If that were really the case.
What she had to consider was not just about getting the Lordship contract, but also the contamination.
If it was really used for sealing the gue, that would be very dangerous.
They might even be unable to mine it,pletely wasting a great deal of money.
Thinking of this, Vera’s face became a mask of worry.
Even deep meditation didn’t yield an answer, and she could only ask, “Mr. Leonard Churchill, do you know the old gentleman just now?”
Leonard was pondering the same issues.<div>
What he found most perplexing was, what had bitten Elder Clinton?
Although the bite was definitely not fatal, anything that could bite the old man surely wasn’t ordinary.
Hearing Vera’s question, he nodded, “Mm.”
Considering they were already involved, Leonard said directly, “That senior is a quite formidable authority.”
“Ah?”
Vera was extremely surprised when she heard this; she could never have imagined that the diviner who looked like a chatan would be a respected figure.
She wouldn’t have believed iting from someone else, but it was Leonard who had spoken.
Vera’s expression became even more curious.
If he was indeed a respected figure, did that mean there was a real problem with the mine vein she was about to acquire?
Leonard knew what she was thinking and said with a reassuring smile, “Don’t worry. If something really happens, we’ll solve it then.”
The divination earlier wasn’tpletely iprehensible to him.
But at least one conclusion was clear: At his current level, he was not capable of changing fate.
That meant, very likely, this young miss of the Song Family would live to see a hundred years hence.
So what was there to worry about?
Looking at Leonard’s expression, Vera pouted slightly, “Oh.”
…
The two returned to the tent and continued to hide among the refugees.
Though they had gathered some intelligence, there was nothing they could do at the moment.
Vera’s n was still to wait for the Federation to bring back the Lordship transfer files and to take up the position of the Lord of Bolton Town first;
By that time, the reinforcements sent by the Song Family would probably have arrived as well.
This youngdy from a financial conglomerate and Leonard stayed cooped up in the tent withoutints, gradually getting used to it.
Besides meditating and gathering intel, their days were rtively calm.
But gradually, the number of refugees in Bolton Town increased.
It was said that there had been a significant shift in the warzone, and the conflict between Count Fremont and Councilor Boen seemed headed for a resolution.
Count Fremont appeared to be on the verge of copse.
Leonard also noticed that the refugee camp clearly had some deserting soldiers and some purposeful individuals.
Until the fifth day, when a major problem arose.
Leonard saw the corpses of the trio from the X Bureau that he had encountered before in the Slum District.
Someone had killed agents of the X Bureau!
The death of three people was a minor matter, but the implicated consequences were significant.
The trio hade to investigate the “vampire incident”, and their deaths implied that the gue contamination had spiraled out of control!
PS. Asking for a wave of guaranteed monthly tickets, thank you everyone, please.