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Chapter 1851 - 560 Some Daily Life with Tracy Garcia_3

Chapter 1851: Chapter 560 Some Daily Life with Tracy Garcia_3

Tracy Garcia made an adorable ghost face at Leonard Churchill, and couldn’t help but add, "Did I get it wrong?"

Camilla didn’t know how to respond, raising an eyebrow and then no longer looking at the two of them.

Laughing and mischievous as ever. Tracy Garcia was indeed curious, looking to Leonard Churchill for help, "Ah? Did I really get it wrong?"

"Not exactly."

Leonard Churchill chuckled and added, "But it’s not very accurate."

Hearing this, Tracy Garcia showed a strong thirst for knowledge, "Oh?"

"Hmm... how should I put it..."

Leonard Churchill knew that Bun-Haired Miss had a pure heart, and she indeed lacked some understanding of related emotions.

He recalled a line from a book and slowly said, "To like someone means... it’s the person who haunts your heart in the past; it’s the person you hope to spend your future with; and it’s the person you enjoy being with right now..."

"Oh."

With that explanation, Tracy Garcia fell into serious thought.

In the past, apart from her mother, there was no one else she missed; the future was unknown and her little head never thought of anything beyond the duties of the Great Priest Lineage.

As for the present... Wasn’t it that she was happy in the company?

Now = Happy = Camilla?

Eh...

A strange proportional formula suddenly popped into Tracy Garcia’s mind, and she opened her eyes wide.

The inspiration that flashed in her mind beyond her control felt like she had discovered a new continent. She blurted out, "So... Mr. Leonard Churchill likes Sister Camilla?"

"..."

Hearing this, Camilla’s eye twitched inexplicably.

But as his childhood companion, she could understand that thought process.

"Hahaha."

Leonard Churchill couldn’t help but laugh again.

He knew that Bun-Haired Miss hadn’t meant anything else, she just simply thought of that.

Tracy Garcia saw the expressions of the two and felt something was off, muttering, "Did I misunderstand again?"

Leonard Churchill straightforwardly said, "No, you didn’t."

Tracy Garcia froze, seemingly recalling which phrase that "no" was responding to.

And Camilla, at her side, was also stunned, her eyes briefly glancing over.

Leonard Churchill, on the other hand, looked as usual.

He had the courage to face death, so he naturally had the magnanimity to face his own heart.

Camilla was the first person he met in this world.

Time and friends deserved to be treated sincerely.

The Time Rules made him understand that the past, the present, and the future all deserved to be taken seriously.

In this world, hoping for the future had always been a luxury.

When you meet someone, cherish the present.

At this moment, Bun-Haired Miss seemed to understand something, her eyes burning with gossip flames, "Ah! Leonard, you mean... you like Sister Camilla?"

"Yes."

Leonard Churchill admitted once more, and added, "And Little Garcia. I like both of you."

Camilla remained calm on her face.

Before Tracy Garcia’s gossipy expression could show on her face, it froze: Gossiping about myself?

It seemed like what she wanted to hear, but suddenly hearing it made her a bit flustered.

Tracy Garcia glanced at Leonard Churchill, pondering if this "like" was the same one she understood.

It seemed so, but also not.

It didn’t seem important.

The indifferent attitude of the two beside her instantly calmed her slightly turbulent heart.

She responded, "Oh."

Bun-Haired Miss seemed to suddenly lose her curiosity and became very happy, with a bright smile returning to her face.

Being with friends was just so delightful.

The atmosphere at their dinner became harmonious and congenial once more.

They talked about the Great Emperor’s guidance, shared insights on Transcendent cultivation, discussed some daily trifles, and occasionally made jokes, having a great time.

...

After dinner, Leonard Churchill returned to his tent to rest.

Originally, he planned to meditate, but his wound wasn’t suitable for long sitting, so he lay back on the bed.

He took out a precious classic book from the library of Airel Royal Academy and began to read.

These were high-level Dragon Language books made from the leather of High Tier Demon Beasts. The characters on them were like mysterious symbols; once understood, they flew into the mind in strings. If not understood, the brain refused to accept that Super Tier knowledge, and it just drifted past in front of the eyes, making one sleepy.

After the battle with Heavenly Dragon Saint Chireesa, Leonard Churchill deeply felt his lack of understanding of High-level Dragon Language Magic, and had been cramming on it.

However, these books on Dragon Language Forbidden Curses were very strenuous for him, mostly about Ninth Tier powerful magic.

Gradually, his mind started to feel drowsy.

Leonard Churchill thought it was probably because his injuries hadn’t healed, so he prepared to sleep.

But as he glanced over, he noticed two more beds in the tent, as the three usually shared one tent.

That was nothing unusual.

It had often been like this before.

But today, neither Camilla nor Tracy Garcia showed intentions of coming in to rest.

Leonard Churchill found it odd and sensed someone outside the tent.

He stood for a while and seeing no one come in, he asked, "Little Garcia?"

At his call, Tracy Garcia lifted the tent flap, walked in, and seemed a bit uneasy, as if something had recently happened.

Leonard Churchill’s brows furrowed slightly, guessing something, and he asked with a smile, "Time for treatment?"

"Yes."

Tracy Garcia seemed to find an excuse and muttered, "I told Sister Camilla to come, but she refused."

With that, she glanced at Leonard Churchill as if to say: It’s because you were being handsy with her earlier.

Leonard Churchill clearly understood the subtle changes in Bun-Haired Miss’s expression, laughed heartily.

His cheerful laughter dissolved any awkwardness.

But Tracy Garcia, looking at him, seemed to notice something else, frowning, "Leonard, your mutation is getting worse."