Catastrophe Card King
Chapter 1796: Modified - 545 Titan Blueprints Leaked_2

Chapter 1796: Modified: Chapter 545 Titan Blueprints Leaked_2

"..."

Leonard Churchill heard this and thought to himself, "as expected".

Just by hearing the opening, he knew the other person was going to tease him.

However, when Catherine Carter mentioned Camilla and Tracy Garcia, he also felt something was off.

Even though they were all good friends, he didn’t think much of it, and he never overthought it.

The camaraderie among the three was far more important than any fleeting joy.

It was precisely because of this that it felt strange to bring it up.

Catherine Carter looked at Leonard Churchill’s expression, and a radiant smile bloomed on her face like a beautiful Rose, teasing again, "Ah... could it be that your relationship with Priest Garcia isn’t that good?"

Leonard Churchill: "..."

"Hahaha..."

Catherine Carter chuckled softly, clearly understanding the thoughts in his eyes that weren’t aroused by beauty.

She didn’t say much more and suddenly seemed to think of something, shifting the topic, "Oh, that’s right. If you go to the East Wilderness, you can also look for Rita..."

As soon as she said this, it seemed as if the scene of the three of them drinking in New World Technology City last time replayed in front of them.

Once that thought started, the vivid and warm images were hard to shake off from his mind, and even this Miss Lionheart couldn’t help but feel her cheeks warm.

Leonard Churchill noticed the subtle change in her expression and countered, "What are you thinking about?"

Catherine Carter arrogantly puffed out her chest, not avoiding those wild yet unforgettable days, and murmured, "I was thinking... it’s been a long time since I went to the East Wilderness. I don’t know when we can get together again. Maybe we can arrange that..."

"..."

Leonard Churchill knew she was half-joking, but she genuinely cared about him.

Seeing the blush on her pretty face, he felt the same way and smiled ambiguously, "Alright."

Catherine Carter didn’t pretend not to understand, giving him a provocative look and said, "Alright."

In the eye contact, they both knew what they wanted to convey.

For a moment, the atmosphere heated up again.

...

Happy times always pass quickly.

Before long, the heated atmosphere returned to calm.

The tent was suddenly filled with a rare and precious sense of tranquility.

The two stood there, with Catherine Carter helping Leonard Churchill sort out his clothes face to face.

Leonard Churchill wanted to do it himself, but Catherine Carter indicated that she would handle it.

She first tucked his shirt into his pants, then buttoned up from the bottom one by one, carefully smoothing out the creases on the collar...

At this moment, this Miss Lionheart did not have the aura of an unyielding Supreme Commander of the Allied Forces, but more like a gentle wife, meticulously preparing her husband’s clothes for going out.

Catherine Carter herself was still unclothed, her reflection in the side mirror showing a snow-white, curvaceous figure.

Leonard Churchill watched with a faint smile on his lips.

Such a delightful time called for gentle handling.

Both of them enjoyed this rare peace.

As Catherine Carter sorted Leonard Churchill’s clothes, she said, "I can’t leave the camp now, so I won’t be seeing you off this time."

"Mm."

Leonard Churchill nodded, understanding completely and not minding at all.

He was not that sentimental.

Catherine Carter was the Supreme Commander of the Allied Forces; her safety affected not just one person or the Lionheart Family but the entire Alliance Army.

Moreover, the relationship between the two didn’t need further explanation.

Catherine Carter sighed inexplicably, "Ah... we have to part again. Who knows how long it’ll be until we meet next time."

Leonard Churchill: "Yes."

Catherine Carter patted his clothes, checking the final details, reminding him, "Take care of yourself."

Leonard Churchill: "You too."

Whether it was the East Wilderness or the Old Continent, both were in chaos, and such partings always brought a sense of unseen future melancholy.

But both of their tones and mannerisms were calm.

Parting meant looking forward to the next meeting, which seemed to bring a hint of joy.

"All done." At this time, Catherine Carter had finished sorting Leonard Churchill’s clothes.

She looked him up and down, raised an eyebrow as if satisfied with her work, and muttered, "It’s my first time helping someone dress. Not bad at all..."

This Miss Lionheart had been dressed by countless servants since she was young; this was the first time she helped a man get dressed.

Leonard Churchill looked at her pretty face, the corner of his mouth curling into a fleeting smile, "Thank you."

Hearing this, Catherine Carter raised her snow-white neck, a satisfied smile appearing on her face, and added, "You can come to me anytime."

Leonard Churchill beamed, "Alright."

(PS. This is a picture of Catherine Carter that the author currently finds suitable. If readers have better suggestions, feel free to share.)

....

At the same time.

In the East Wilderness, Sinless City.

In the temporary warehouse of the Third Iris Legion.

The warehouse was filled with a strong scent of steel.

A group of people were gathered around a huge object completely covered in black cloth, discussing animatedly.

Judging by the shape outlined by the black cloth, this was a piece of heavy mech armor.

If Leonard Churchill was here, just by looking at the silhouette, he would guess this was a "Titan Battle Armor."

A few Dragon Descendant officers in the warehouse were also frowning as they looked at this battle armor.

"Legion Commander, do we really need to keep this Mechanical Battle Armor? If the Holy See finds out, we might get into trouble..."

"Yes, Captain. This thing is of no use to us at all. Keeping it will only fuel controversy. It’s better to melt it down."

"I heard this thing was a secret weapon of the Taron Royal Family from three thousand years ago, with combat power comparable to the Eighth Rank, and even able to withstand the Ninth Tier... Melting it down seems like a waste."

"..."

The staff officers were all very cautious about the item covered in black cloth.

After all, in the Southern Continent, all mechanical technologies were considered "heretical taboos".

At the outset of the war, the Pope Bolarante personally issued an edict, prohibiting all troops and individuals from possessing mechanical items, and any such items captured were to be melted down or destroyed on the spot.