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Chapter 1610 - Chapter 1610 Chapter 489 Demon Beast Attacks the Camp

Chapter 1610: Chapter 489 Demon Beast Attacks the Camp Chapter 1610: Chapter 489 Demon Beast Attacks the Camp “Senior.”

The cloaked Madam Mister approached, greeting Elder Clinton with respect.

“???”

Elder Clinton was taken aback once again.

A flicker of embarrassment crossed his dark, aged face.

It seemed he was puzzled by yet another encounter with someone who knew him, and whom he could not remember.

The old man asked, “Er…do we know each other?”

Even with her face veiled, the sultry voice of Madam Mister held a hint of allure as she chuckled softly, “Have you forgotten? You once visited my manor. But that was a very long time ago.”

To others, these words might not seem unusual, but Leonard Churchill, upon hearing them, couldn’t help a twitch at the corner of his eyes.

Manor…

Could it be the “Black Crow Fort” in the Alternate Dimension?

But that was something from over a hundred thousand years ago.

Could it be that Elder Clinton met Madam Mister over a hundred thousand years ago?

When Leonard thought about the Forbidden Ruins Stele he saw at the bottom of the cliff at Black Crow Fort in the Alternate Dimension, it indeed seemed possible.

But no matter how he pondered it, the idea felt absurd.

Two people who have lived from the end of the Chaotic Era to the present… Truly outrageous.

Madam Mister greeted Elder Clinton and seemed to have recognized Leonard as well. She glanced at him, her clear eyes revealing a teasing smile: “Handsome boy, we meet again~”

With Madam Mister initiating conversation, Leonard couldn’t pretend not to recognize her. He courteously gave up his high stool, saying, “Madam Mister, long time no see. I didn’t expect to meet you here.”

It wasn’t entirely unexpected.

The Holy Church had always been announcing the extermination of heretics, and he had known for a while that there were vampires active in the Death Domain.

What he had not expected was that, with a Red Robed Archbishop present in the camp, she would still dare to show up so openly.

She certainly had nerve.

“Thank you~”

Madam Mister did not stand on ceremony, habitually smoothing her unnecessary priest skirt as she gracefully seated herself on the stool.

She looked at Leonard and teased: “That day we met at the Hundred Confluence Opera House, I thought you might come to catch up later. I even prepared fine wine, but ended up waiting in vain for most of the night…”

It sounded like the plaintive emptiness of a flirtatious lady.

But Leonard knew it was mockery and casually replied with a smile: “Definitely next time.”

“Heh~”

Madam Mister raised her eyebrow and smiled coyly, seemingly amused by this playboy’s response.

Her gaze briefly swept to Sophia Jones, and she added: “The young lady is indeed very beautiful~ No wonder.”

Leonard didn’t explain, merely smiled.

Sophia Jones also remained silent, but she felt there was something odd about being called “young lady.”

By the sound of it, this woman shouldn’t be much older than herself.

But glancing at Leonard’s expression, she seemed to understand something.

Anyone involved with Senior Clinton was likely to have an extraordinary background.

…

Although everyone seemed to know what was going on, the atmosphere was still a bit strange.

Leonard broke the silence, “Madam Mister, what brings you here?”

Of course, he knew that the Countess wasn’t here to see him.

There was only one possibility: Reuel Bible couldn’t show his face, so Madam Mister was here to talk business with Elder Clinton.

“Oh, seeing you almost made me forget my business.”

Madam Mister patted her ample bosom, concealed under her loose robe, and ordered some wine from the bartender. Then she addressed Elder Clinton, “Senior, I would like to ask for your divination assistance.”

Upon hearing this, Elder Clinton no longer cared about recognition, immediately warming up with the appearance of a shyster who wouldn’t let any business opportunity slip by, eagerly inviting, “Oh, well, say no more… Miss, what do you want to divine?”

He patted his chest ready to boast: “I dare not brag about other things, but when it comes to divination, I am the most seasoned diviner in this camp. Fortune-telling, luck analysis, matchmaking, locating things…pendulums, tarot cards, poker, numerical spirits, astrology…there’s hardly anything I don’t know a thing or two about.”

This grandiose claim was overheard by nearby patrons, who scoffed disdainfully: Didn’t this guy just claim to be an information merchant? How is he suddenly a diviner now?

He may be the oldest, but as for divining… all those freelance diviners in the market had something in common with deceit.

Hearing his boast of being “proficient in everything,” others immediately pegged him as a charlatan.

However, Madam Mister seemed to believe in him sincerely. After listening to Elder Clinton’s words, she affirmed, “Hmm. I was skeptical back in the day. Now that your divination has come true, I realize how shallow my knowledge was…”

Leonard felt there was a hidden implication in her words.

Madam Mister didn’t dawdle, promptly handing over a Gold Coin, she inquired: “Senior, I’d like to ask about fortunes and misfortunes.”

“Ah… that’s easy.”

Elder Clinton’s gaze lingered on the Gold Coin, blurting out reflexively: “Are you here for treasure hunting and adventure in this forest? You should know that this is deep within the Magical Beast Forest, filled with immense dangers, especially with the recent emergence of top-tier Demon Beasts from the Mysterious Realm… The risks are great…”

This sales talk was viewed by bystanders as worthless. Who doesn’t know that the Magical Beast Forest is dangerous? Pure drivel.

Madam Mister frowned upon hearing this.

Yet she seemed to have learned some obscure rules, silently producing a few more Gold Coins and placing them on the bar, asking, “Is there a way to avoid these risks?”

Sure enough, as soon as she did this, Elder Clinton’s eyes lit up.

It has to be said, the old man still maintained a sense of professional ethics.

Since he took the money, he obligingly added: “Miss, you’re lucky to have met me. If you truly encounter mortal danger, heading southeast may resolve the peril…”