Catastrophe Card King
Chapter 1218 - Chapter 1218 Chapter 375 Use of the Jar_2

Chapter 1218: Chapter 375 Use of the Jar_2 Chapter 1218: Chapter 375 Use of the Jar_2 It seems they are the wealthy class of the City of Thieves.

The two found a seat by the window, guided by the waiter.

With some greenery next to them blocking part of their view, sitting down felt like being in a jungle, cleverly providing a sense of privacy.

Leonard Churchill sat down, looked out the window, and his seat offered a perfect view of the dazzling lights of the White Family estate at the edge of his vision.

The waiter with white gloves handed over the menu.

“Sir, here is the menu.”

“No need, just bring me a few of each item on the menu. I’m into body cultivation; I need a large amount of food. Oh, and the desserts, bring more of those.”

“Certainly.”

“…”

When you finally eat out, of course, you have to have good food.

Leonard Churchill gave the waitress a substantial tip, and the restaurant was also very eager to entertain such generous customers.

It’s not strange that those into body cultivation eat a lot.

Little Ivan sat excitedly beside him.

Before long, food piled up on the dining table.

Little Ivan’s eyes shone at the sight of the food, and when a glistening golden roasted turkey was brought to the table, she pounced on it ferociously.

The food in a noble restaurant always tastes good; there’s nothing to criticize, whether it’s the ingredients or the chef’s skills.

The two of them indulged in an unrestrained feast.

The waiters stood behind the greenery, not peeping at the guests’ meals. No one would have guessed that little Ivan had consumed several times more food than an adult could.

It wasn’t long before the first batch of food on the table was completely devoured.

Leonard Churchill looked slightly embarrassed but clearly hadn’t had his fill, blinking at his little Ivan and then smiling brilliantly, he gestured to the outside and called, “The menu!”

Little Ivan also did not forget to compliment enthusiastically, “Mr. Leonard Churchill is so nice~”

Leonard Churchill couldn’t help but laugh and cry.

This little girl was really quite easy to feed.

He now understood that Ivan’s stomach must also have a folding space, allowing her to stuff in food reserves dozens of times larger than her body.

The two had become quite familiar with each other, and talking to each other was no longer awkward.

Leonard Churchill asked, “Ivan, are you a Dragon Descendant?”

He wasn’t prying into secrets; he was genuinely curious.

Ivan was stuffing her face with a piece of steak and mumbled in response, “I dunno~”

Leonard Churchill just asked casually. Since the little girl didn’t know, he didn’t press further.

However, he glanced thoughtfully at the girl’s right eye, which was covered by an eyepatch.

Judging from the spatial skills she had revealed on the train earlier, Ivan’s comprehension of the Space Law was far beyond Leonard Churchill, a Fifth Tier.

Without a frame of reference, Leonard Churchill couldn’t gauge the level of her spatial abilities.

But this was not her tier, but her innate ability.

In other words, the little girl’s true form and her Void abilities are related.

At that moment, Ivan finally swallowed the piece of beef that was larger than her face and as if she remembered something, she added, “But Mother called Ivan ‘a gift of the Void’.”

Leonard Churchill became even more curious, “Oh? What’s that?”

Ivan naively said, “Don’t know.”

Leonard Churchill: “…”

The two continued to eat round after round in the airship’s restaurant.

Leonard Churchill also kept observing the distant manor.

Whether it was because they hadn’t started fighting, or because they were using some sort of domain control, there were no signs of battle outside.

Unable to witness the excitement, Leonard Churchill felt a bit disappointed.

But while eating, an unexpected twist occurred.

“Delight in pain for it is the pleasure, rejoice in the splattering of fresh blood,

Wandering among the shadows of graves…

Delight, dreams, Thousand Faces of the Moon,

Warmly gaze upon your devout believer’s sacrifice.”

Inside the restaurant, a group began chanting a familiar benediction.

Leonard Churchill was well-acquainted with this benediction to ‘Master of Dreams and Pleasure’ Arachne.

But with the city filled with advertisements from the Silver Moon Sect, seeing a group of believers evangelizing wasn’t strange.

Leonard Churchill continued eating.

Enlightenment also appeared at his ear, “You are exempt from a light case of Faith Pollution…”

The believers were not only chanting the name of the lord of the Silver Moon but were also spreading Faith Pollution with Mental Secret Skills.

A High-Order Card Master might be alright, with a firm will, somewhat exempt from Pollution;

But it would be terrible for the commoner class, especially those ordinary people without transcendent abilities — faith is truly like a drug; once touched, it would immediately contaminate the root.

Leonard Churchill watched, his brow furrowing slightly, feeling that the situation, if left to unfold, would lead to something terrible.

Besides, he couldn’t see any chance of the Orlan Royal Court coming out on top. Even if it did somehow survive, there would be little significance left to the Card Master Civilization; what would remain were the zealous Silver Moon Believers. Without the support of card masters for Kingship, it would be doubtful if they could suppress the Ancient God.

“What the heck is the Orlan Royal Family planning?”

Leonard Churchill pondered the question again.

While he was contemplating, a group of Silver Moon Believers walked into the partition where Leonard and Ivan were seated.

Little Ivan ignored them, focused on her own meal.

Leonard Churchill watched the believers and didn’t drive them away but was curious to see what they would do.

The believers were all dressed in uniform black and white cultivator’s robes, all young faces, the men handsome and dashing, the women beautiful and graceful.

Perhaps seeing that Leonard Churchill was a man with a child, they left just one female believer to proselytize.

Leonard Churchill took a glance, his eyes narrowed slightly, a smile forming on his lips, and he thought to himself, “The Silver Moon Church has a way that makes it hard to refuse…”

The female believer said softly, “Sir, our church is having a prayer meeting tomorrow, and we invite you to attend…”

As she spoke, she took out a flyer and knelt beside Leonard Churchill.