Catastrophe Card King
Chapter 1848 - 559 The Truth Hidden in History_4

Chapter 1848: Chapter 559 The Truth Hidden in History_4

However, one of them was the heir to the Great Emperor, and the other was the High Priest; both women felt the weight of their responsibilities even more.

Leonard Churchill did not expect that merely entering the relic space once would connect the previous fragments of the mystery, presenting a possibility that seemed very close to the truth.

But this topic was hard to continue discussing in depth, so the three of them did not mention it again.

At that moment, a little cutie emerged from Leonard Churchill’s pocket, rubbing her sleepy eyes and mumbling, "Leonard, I’m hungry..."

Only then did the three of them come back to their senses, realizing they had been talking for a long time and had forgotten about Ivan, who needed to eat regularly.

For the past few days, as Leonard Churchill was unconscious, it was Tracy Garcia who had been feeding Ivan, so he was very familiar with her.

That little cutie turned to Bun-Haired Miss and repeated, "Sister Little Garcia, I’m hungry..."

Tracy Garcia stood up, patted Ivan’s head, and said with a smile, "Alright, I’ll prepare it now."

....

Leonard Churchill intended to help prepare the food, but Bun-Haired Miss said that he was a wounded person and should stay in bed.

The wound on his chest still stung a bit during meditation, so he lay back down.

The previous conversation with Camilla and Tracy Garcia made him have a deeper insight into what Emperor Lanlingster had said.

Moreover, there were some things that only Leonard Churchill could comprehend.

Like the "Theory of Relativity" that the Great Emperor mentioned.

"The Great Emperor seemed to imply ’the world’. ’I am the world’ and ’My heart is the universe’ both structure logical worlds, one being idealistic and the other materialistic... Could there be a connection?"

"In other words, once you understand the world, the Time Rules and Space Laws would naturally be comprehended?"

"Ultimately pointing to the universe’s ultimate secrets, such as... creating the world?"

"Heh, do Gods create the world? Could the legends be true? But as of now, those Outer Gods and Dragon God do not seem to have the ability to create the world. Meaning, the Great Emperor was implying a Divine Realm higher than the Superior God?"

....

Leonard Churchill lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling of the tent, his mind racing.

He repeatedly pondered the Great Emperor’s metaphor of "the world is a book."

[Mist Legacy Relics] is an independent special world.

Although it could be described as a book, it is very unique; an external consciousness entering can alter the fragmentary consciousness inside.

This metaphor is hard for others to understand.

But Leonard Churchill, having had a remarkable experience, felt it deeply.

He remembered his experience of traversing a hundred years of time.

That feeling was very similar.

The world was like a book, where Leonard, through the Super Spacetime Postage Stamp, an artifact of time, as a reader, flipped open the timeline from a hundred years ago, meeting Miss Anne...

Then he, like a reader, altered the story within the book, leaving behind his own traces.

This was very similar to his experience in the [Mist Legacy Relics].

Leonard Churchill could not understand for a moment why he could change history.

Even with his current knowledge, there were many contradictions.

Obviously, it was not the ability of him, a Low-Rank Card Master, at that time.

Rather, it was that stamp.

He knew he was still like the "frog at the bottom of the well" in the Great Emperor’s metaphor, unable to imagine the world outside accurately before jumping out.

Thinking of this, Leonard Churchill put aside those complicated yet inconclusive thoughts.

He took out that dim Super Spacetime Postage Stamp.

And a black-and-white photograph.

In the photo, the girl standing under the rose-wall was still smiling like a flower.

"Miss Anne, it’s been a long time..."

Looking at the photo, Leonard Churchill murmured to himself, a gentle smile appearing on his face.

He gently caressed the smiling face in the photo, memories taking him back to the scene of them standing in front of the camera a hundred years ago, and his smile grew even gentler.

Like a slideshow, the joyous days with that girl smiling brightly flashed through his mind.

Unconsciously, some insights emerged from those scenes.

Leonard Churchill suddenly thought, wasn’t [Mist Legacy Relics] itself a photograph?

He then realized he had already encountered several artifacts related to the laws of time and space.

Then, why do these common items in life have such magical effects?

"’Photograph’ is the event, the coordinates of time and space, ’ticket’ is the certificate of spatial movement, ’stamp’ is the guide for time-space travel..."

Leonard’s mind suddenly clicked, and he sat up abruptly.

In that moment of sudden realization, he vaguely felt like he had grasped something.

The Space Law and the Time Rules seemed to materialize on the photo right before his eyes.

Then an even more miraculous scene occurred.

The dim Super Spacetime Postage Stamp in his hand gained a trace of color.

Although it was almost imperceptible to the naked eye, a change had indeed occurred!

"Does this stamp require charging by the Time Rule?"

Leonard now understood that he seemed to have touched upon the secrets of the Time Rule just moments ago.

At the same time, his eyes revealed anticipation.

In that instant, he entered that magical state the Great Emperor had metaphorized.

He was in the "reader’s" perspective, looking back at his timeline within the story.

Enlightenment appeared: "You touched upon the secrets of ’time,’ ’years,’ and ’space’ during your comprehension, Time comprehension +49"

But alas.

That wonderful feeling came fast,

and disappeared just as quickly.

Leonard Churchill’s eyes suddenly cleared.

He knew the moment of sudden realization had already passed.

"Heh."

Leonard chuckled softly.

He was already content.

Thinking of something, he looked at the black-and-white photograph in front of him, his blade-like gaze revealing a gentle affection for the passing years, muttering to himself, "Perhaps it’s time to visit Safflower Manor. I wonder if that treehouse still stands..."