Catastrophe Card King
Chapter 1602 - Chapter 1602 486

Chapter 1602: 486 Chapter 1602: 486 The weapon shop clanged with swords and blades, magic shops with display windows full of an array of cards, and there were general stores selling adventurer gear…

A few major Commerce Guilds had also set up shop in this camp.

Adventurers could replenish everything they needed.

Of course, the most numerous were the adventurer taverns.

Nothing was a better pastime than fine wine to ease the fatigue and tension of adventurers out in the wild.

The mercenaries’ tents were outside the camp; Leonard Churchill recognized the flags of at least dozens of Mercenary Groups, plus there were some private armies of the nobility.

There were many strong individuals on the road.

As soon as the Great Sword Group entered, both Leonard Churchill and Sophia Jones noticed several scrutinizing gazes.

However, they showed no signs of abnormality.

Looking at the busiest buildings, Leonard Churchill suggested, “Shall we go have a few drinks?”

Sophia Jones agreed cheerily, “Sure.”

The people from the Great Sword Group also needed some entertainment after exploring for over two months.

Taverns were also the best places to gather information.

Everyone happily went their separate ways to find their own fun.

…

Bonnie wasn’t interested in finding fun, so she just followed the three of Leonard Churchill and Sophia Jones, wandering the streets.

Seeing an adventurer tavern named “Lucky Tavern,” the three of them plunged in.

Time-wise, it was still the afternoon.

But the tavern was packed.

Fortunately, as “Intelligence Merchant Shaun,” Leonard Churchill had his ways, used a facial recognition card, and the three squeezed into a small corner of the bar.

Those who could make it here were not from any small Mercenary Groups, and there were many High-Order Card Masters in the tavern.

But it’s in human nature to brag when drunk, and amidst the noisy conversations, the three of them ordered drinks.

The same wine, at about twenty times the price of Giant Spirit City.

The trio drank, chatted, and listened to adventurers boasting.

Leonard Churchill’s scattered thoughts allowed him to dissect the muffled sounds into clear conversations of dozens of tables of guests.

He also listened to some information he was interested in.

“You know,”

“Man, the Hellish Breed monsters in the nearby forest are getting more and more numerous, Lords walking all over the place, and we small groups don’t dare to leave the camp casually…”

“Yeah, who knows where all these real Hellish Breed monsters came from. And they’re ridiculously strong. The Eighth-Order ‘Nether Peacock’ from the other day, one Death Beam, and the Royal Cavalry Corps from the Red Dragon Royal Family suffered heavy losses… In the end, the Demon Beast got away. What a shame, I heard it was a high-purity mythical species…”

“Phoenix, Hell Flying Dragon, Apocalyptic Thunder Ape, and this Nether Peacock… these are the fourth Eighth-Order Magical Beasts I’ve heard of. Damn strange. Usually, you can’t even see those top-tier beasts, and now they’re all coming out in droves.”

“I heard it’s coming from that big pit down south. Hey, aren’t the Black Dragon and Silver Dragon Royal Family recruiting experts to explore that pit, offering a high price, doesn’t your ‘Giant Shield Corps’ have an interest?”

“Someone I knew went there before, no news from them yet. Don’t know what’s happening. I think that route is very risky, I’ll wait and see a few more days.”

“It shouldn’t be a big problem, right? The Holy Church is even calling for people, I saw with my own eyes that the elites of the Holy Dragon Knights have gone… It should be fine.”

…

These conversations turned into fragments of information in Leonard Churchill’s brain, which he pieced together with threads of logic, gradually reconstructing the recent situation at Firefly Camp.

However, most of these were Loose Practitioners, or just arrived at the camp recently, so very few knew the real situation about the “Death Domain.”

Leonard Churchill didn’t expect to get any useful information on the first day either.

No rush, the three of them leisurely sipped their drinks.

However, the camp itself wasn’t large, and you could bump into acquaintances just by walking down the street.

As Leonard Churchill and his companions were drinking, a familiar scene played out once again.

A guy in shining armor, with blond hair and blue eyes, recognized Sophia Jones, and walked straight over: “Eh, isn’t that Captain Johnson?”

A familiar routine, a seriously coincidental meeting.

The man was none other than William, the division leader of the King’s Knight Group they had encountered before at the gates of Giant Spirit City.

Seeing this guy, Bonnie pursed her lips and muttered, “Here he comes again.”

However, Leonard Churchill saw the newcomer, glanced at Sophia Jones out of the corner of his eye, and whispered, “Looks like we’ve been noticed…”