Catastrophe Card King
Chapter 1834: Revised - 556 Gray Mist Tavern

Chapter 1834: Revised: Chapter 556 Gray Mist Tavern

"Why so soft? It wasn’t like this last time..."

"Last time?"

"Ah... Sister Camilla, don’t look at me with that strange expression. Last time... It was when Governor Saul Miller came to besiege Sinless City, and Leonard Churchill got injured. I helped him at that time. Card masters who follow the body techniques path usually have strong vitality and blood... so in a healthy state, he... he shouldn’t be like this..."

"Oh."

"Moreover, the Silver Moon Divinity contamination on Leonard Churchill should stimulate pleasure and desire, but now his injuries are almost healed, and his body’s current state... it’s not a good sign. It must be because he used the Black Demon gloves a few days ago, worsening the contamination..."

"Tracy Garcia, are you talking about witch mutation? But wasn’t it suppressed before?"

"Yes. Previously, he used a Secret Skill from the Abyssal Charming Demon tribe to suppress it... Our Garcia Family’s inheritance contains related records, although I haven’t learned it. Wait, let me check some Classic Books."

"Sister Camilla, I found it. Hmm... according to the Classic Books, first like this... then like this... channel the Curse Power along this energy vein, and then an external circulation... hey, it’s working. But... but..."

"What’s wrong?"

"Ah... the Classic Books say that this Charming Demon Secret Technique requires cooperation from others..."

"Requires cooperation?"

"Yes. Sister Camilla, why don’t you give it a try?"

"???"

"..."

Leonard Churchill felt his consciousness drifting.

Yet he inexplicably felt at ease.

It had been a long, long time since he’d had such a peaceful and long sleep.

It was an extreme relaxation, knowing he was safe, letting go of all vigilance.

His soul seemed to be floating in the sky, his body wrapped in clouds, the whole world had a soft, continuous touch.

He squeezed it gently, hmm... a silky smooth touch.

He didn’t know how long had passed, his light consciousness seemed to sink back into his body.

Leonard Churchill’s soul finally connected with his body’s senses.

At that moment, a sharp, knife-like pain came from his chest.

Oh.

He remembered. It was the wound left by Queen Orlan’s sneak attack.

The wound had residues of divinity, and such High-level Laws erosion wasn’t easy to handle.

But this sharp pain suddenly helped Leonard Churchill distinguish between dream and reality.

His consciousness gradually became clearer.

He woke up.

Opening his eyes, he saw the khaki canvas top of the military tent.

Leonard Churchill’s mind flashed back to the fragmented scenes like after a drinking blackout, he remembered that he had fainted at that time.

Was it Tracy Garcia who helped him?

Hmm, a very familiar feeling, just like last time.

After a while, his pupils finally focused.

Gentle concern came to his ears: "Hey, Leonard, you’re awake?"

Leonard Churchill looked at the overlapping images before his eyes, gradually forming into that familiar and cute Bun-Haired Miss’s smiling face.

Tracy Garcia blinked her clear big eyes, her round cheeks showing a slight blush for some reason.

Her gaze at Leonard Churchill was a bit dazed, the strange light in her eyes quickly hidden, and she muttered to herself: "Huh... maybe I didn’t do something right..."

Leonard Churchill heard it, his brain took two seconds to slowly understand what he had heard.

The injuries were severe, and the Silver Moon Divine Power had a great impact on his Mental Power.

Tracy Garcia’s hands swayed with a ball of energy, gently rubbing beside his temples, and Leonard Churchill felt a cool energy soothing his muddled thoughts.

Indeed, having a good healer allows for such a long, restful sleep.

Leonard Churchill was now fully awake.

Having lain down for so long, he felt like his body was rusting, wanting to sit up.

The Bun-Haired Miss by the bedside quickly helped him up, muttering, "You were seriously injured before, you can lie down a bit longer."

"It’s okay."

Leonard Churchill himself was skilled in medical arts, with a surge of Curse Power, he knew his body had mostly recovered.

All the wounds were meticulously treated, clearly done by Tracy Garcia.

As soon as Leonard Churchill sat up, he felt a slight chill on his body, looking down, he noticed he wasn’t wearing any clothes.

Only his heavily injured chest wound was still wrapped in gauze.

Hmm, with a glance, quite imposing.

Leonard Churchill didn’t feel anything about it.

Tracy Garcia seemed not to notice either.

This scene was very similar to what happened in Sinless City before,

At that time, they were far less familiar, the Bun-Haired Miss was still a shy little girl. Her blushing, reserved look was something Leonard Churchill remembered vividly.

But now, the scene replayed, and the two were no longer awkward due to unfamiliarity.

Tracy Garcia helped Leonard Churchill sit up, not avoiding anything. She even adjusted the pillow behind him so he could sit more comfortably, and asked, "How do you feel? I treated the wound on your chest, but the divinity couldn’t be cleaned completely, I’m not sure if there are any hidden dangers..."

"It’s already good enough."

Leonard Churchill looked at the Bun-Haired Miss before him and smiled, "Thanks, Tracy."

Tracy Garcia’s dimples deepened, revealing a cute pair of little tiger teeth, "What’s this ’trouble’...?"

Leonard Churchill then asked, "How long was I unconscious?"

Tracy Garcia replied, "Hmm. You were unconscious for five days."

"Five days?"

Leonard Churchill frowned, trying to recall the events of the past few days, but seemed to remember nothing.

Turning, he saw Tracy Garcia standing by the window, hands behind her back, biting her lip with a look of suppressed laughter.

Not knowing what had happened, Leonard Churchill looked around the tent and saw no one else, so he asked, "Where is Camilla?"

"Ah... she was just here."

Tracy Garcia feigned ignorance, her expression barely hiding a mischievous smile, "Seems like she went outside the tent."