Catastrophe Card King
Chapter 1805: After the revision - 548, A Meal’s Favor from the Past, Repaid with a Life

Chapter 1805: After the revision: Chapter 548, A Meal’s Favor from the Past, Repaid with a Life

For several consecutive days, Sinless City remained bustling as usual.

This puzzled the high-ranking members of the Iris Legion. The bait had already been fully laid out, and they had even deliberately left many breaches in the warehouse defenses, just waiting for someone to come and reclaim those Spoils of War.

But strangely enough, it seemed the Orlan Royal Court had completely given up on the seized Titan Battle Armor production data.

There was no sign of the Orlan Royal Court’s arrangements in the city.

Not even any scouts had appeared.

Yet no one knew that all over Sinless City, in the water tower, the sewer, and the air, some tiny insects invisible to the naked eye had already spread throughout the city.

...

On the fifth day after the auction.

There was still no sign of chaos in the city.

Leonard Churchill’s avatar led the boy genius slave Ray out for a stroll, just like any other day.

This was the last day of Lenny’s warning.

The quieter the city remained, the more curious Leonard Churchill felt inside about what the Orlan Royal Court would do to seize that batch of items from the heavily guarded Sinless City.

He knew that beneath the calm, there must already have been arrangements made.

Lunchtime.

Uncle Goron Restaurant at 331 Downing Street.

Leonard Churchill ordered a sumptuous meal, enjoying the food while looking at the bustling street scene outside through the glass.

Beside the table, an indignant boy stood there serving.

Leonard Churchill wasn’t trying to make things difficult for him.

A slave should look like a slave; being too nice to a slave would only attract unnecessary trouble from the watchers.

However, the boy didn’t seem to appreciate this.

Watching Leonard Churchill chew and savor each piece of steak he put in his mouth, Ray felt an unspeakable anger inside.

It seemed this guy was doing it deliberately to show off to him.

Finally, Ray couldn’t hold back the question he’d been keeping to himself for days: "Who exactly sent you?"

"Oh?"

Leonard Churchill wasn’t surprised and didn’t even look up as he countered, "What do you think?"

Ray responded coldly, "I used to think you were sent by the Royal Court to rescue me. Now it appears you are not. But you are not from the Southern Continent either."

Leonard Churchill smiled noncommittally and continued to eat.

After a moment of contemplation, he said, "An old friend wants to save your life. I’m just lending a hand."

But Ray found this explanation ridiculous. He didn’t believe anyone would risk their life to help for any reason: "Heh, a poor excuse."

Young people always voice their thoughts directly, and Ray said, "You just want to use me as bait to lure the Royal Court’s experts, don’t you? Keep dreaming! No matter what your purpose is, even if I die, I will never let you succeed! Besides... you are dead meat, Your Majesty will definitely make you all pay the price..."

"You are not entirely stupid. But not particularly smart either."

Leonard Churchill listened, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Lenny’s status as a fugitive, he probably hasn’t figured out how to acknowledge this illegitimate child... oh no, illegitimate grandson yet.

Old friends didn’t know how to arrange things later, so Leonard Churchill didn’t want to reveal the truth.

"You...."

Ray felt his embarrassment and anger surge as he listened.

Before he could say anything more, Leonard Churchill asked, "At your age, being able to advance to the Sixth Tier and even touch the threshold of dominion is indeed impressive... I’m quite curious, is it because of the Moon God Arachne’s infinite dream?"

"Humph!"

Ray turned his face away arrogantly, thinking that Leonard Churchill was really after his cultivation secrets.

He thought Leonard Churchill just wanted to probe his potential, and responded coldly, "I don’t know where you heard that from. But do you believe that external aids can easily advance someone to the Sixth Tier?"

"..."

Leonard Churchill obviously detected the hostility in Ray’s words, clearly thinking he had underestimated his efforts and talent, believing it was merely the result of external aids.

For other people, Ray might indeed be close to the mark, assuming they were probing his advancement secrets.

But for Leonard Churchill, he was simply confirming a few things.

His understanding of the Silver Moon Sect went far deeper than Ray’s.

Leonard Churchill’s expression remained unchanged, but thinking that Ray was Lenny’s grandson, he added, "Don’t be so conceited. Have you ever considered the possibility... your bit of talent might be barely noteworthy in the eyes of some people..."

He wasn’t bragging.

In terms of talent, Barre Shepherd, Sophia Jones, Camilla, Tracy Garcia, Noah Wright... Leonard Churchill had plenty of monster friends.

This guy was far from being top-notch.

"..."

Listening to his words, Ray’s expression was full of disdain.

If someone called a handsome man ugly, they must be jealous.

Similarly, if someone said his talent was lacking, they must have ulterior motives!

His Thunder Elemental Affinity was the most Excellent the Orlan Royal Court had seen in thousands of years, and yet this guy called it "barely noteworthy"?

Ray didn’t want to engage with such ignorant talk, but the disdain fanned the flames of his anger, the more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Finally, he retorted sarcastically, "Oh? So, it seems you are quite confident in your own abilities?"

Within the Same Tier, he had yet to meet any card master who could compare to himself.

"..."

Leonard Churchill shook his head, not interested in arguing with a boy.

After spending days together, he knew that Ray wasn’t inherently bad, just a genius nurtured in a greenhouse, lacking the cruel lessons of society.

He said so much only because Ray was Lenny’s grandson.

Seeing Leonard Churchill’s silence, Ray thought he had no response left, and provoked, "Do you dare to remove my collar?! Let me see Your Excellency’s strength..."