Chapter 1072: Chapter 329 Tomb Guard_2 Chapter 1072: Chapter 329 Tomb Guard_2 Leonard Churchill and his two companions finally drew near to the coordinates indicated on the map.
As they walked, the surroundings had beco a dense forest shrouded in thick fog.
The black, ink-like branches, barren of leaves, resembled monsters with bared teeth and claws amidst the fog.
The vegetation on the Rune Highlands had been contaminated by the air of the undead for years, which is why it all bore this deathly aura.
The three of them were unfazed by this sight.
They were now very close to the coordinates, and Leonard Churchill dared not let his guard down.
He guessed that it must be either an Ancestral Spirit or another special place.
Thus, he paid attention to his surroundings all the way.
Fortunately, the perception of the three adventurers was sharp, and they avoided most dangers that would likely have wiped out many an adventure group, thanks to the Spirit Object of the Bun-Haired Miss.
Even with their caution, however, there were still problems.
As they continued, Leonard Churchill noticed sothing was amiss and stopped.
Seeing him stop, Camilla imdiately sensed sothing and asked with alarm, “What’s wrong?”
Tracy Garcia was a bit slower on the uptake, staring around with wide, expressive eyes but noticing nothing out of the ordinary.
There were no monsters, nor any contamination.
She hadn’t detected anything amiss.
Leonard Churchill, his eyes showing deep thought, calmly said, “We are lost.”
“Lost?”
Upon hearing this, both Camilla and Tracy Garcia were sowhat surprised.
All three of them were high-tier adventurers; it was absolutely unlikely for them to make such a low-level mistake as getting lost during an expedition.
Moreover, they had reflected and couldn’t identify any problems; the journey had seed normal.
But since Leonard Churchill was the one who ntioned it, the two won took it seriously.
However, if it was just a matter of being lost, it wouldn’t pose a big problem for them.
Tracy Garcia turned her head to look at Leonard Churchill and asked with curiosity, “How did you realize it?”
“That flat stone beside your left foot, I placed it there before. We never backtracked, yet that stone has appeared again. That ans either there is an issue with the space, and we’ve returned to a previous location; or our senses have been interfered with…”
Leonard Churchill also found it peculiar, as he was sure they hadn’t taken a wrong turn.
Ever since the location of the Augustus Imperial Tomb was confird in the Rune Highlands, he had been vigilant throughout the journey.
All the way here, he even kept count of his steps to asure the distance and used a variety of landmarks to determine directions.
He had even accounted for the possibility of subjective consciousness being influenced by so mysterious factors, hence he left physical markers along the way.
Theoretically, it was impossible for them to get lost.
But the reality was right before their eyes.
Despite employing various thods, they had still been ensnared in a trap.
Their perception did not register any anomalies; it was a small stone marker that made the situation strange.
But his tone remained calm because, in a sense, this was good news.
The mysterious force that could affect the senses of all three of them had to be operating on a high-level law.
That ant they were at the right place.
Hearing this from Leonard Churchill, Camilla’s expression remained unchanged, her cold gaze sweeping the surroundings as she sought to sense sothing.
The mood, at first a bit somber due to them being lost,
was now lightened by Tracy Garcia’s belated realization, “The stone, where is it?”
The Bun-Haired Miss instinctively looked down, wanting to see which one was the marker Leonard Churchill referred to.
After scanning the area, she still couldn’t find it.
She paused for a mont, then finally realized sothing.
Taking a half-step back, she saw the stone at her feet.
Seeing this, Leonard Churchill’s brows twitched slightly, and he restrained a smile.
The Bun-Haired Miss had such a prominent chest that she hadn’t seen the stone at her toes when she looked down.
Even Camilla, usually stoic, allowed a barely perceptible smile to grace her lips at the sight.
Tracy Garcia caught the look in their eyes, and a blush of embarrassnt spread across her cheeks, her voice flustered, “I just didn’t notice it before…”
Leonard Churchill couldn’t help but chuckle.
When he had first t her in the tent at Lant Valley Camp, he had noticed.
Tracy Garcia’s figure had filled out more since their last eting, with a still slim waist but increasingly majestic peaks.
At an age where youth and romance naturally coincide, her figure was like an autumn grapefruit, becoming more full-bodied with the passage of ti, revealing a youthful and pretty allure all its own.
Grasping his aning, Tracy Garcia glared at him with reproachful eyes and muttered quietly, “Mr. Leonard Churchill, you’re making fun of ~”
Leonard Churchill shook his head.
Familiar enough to not be strangers, he raised an eyebrow and glanced again, admitting candidly, “You look nice. Little Garcia is getting prettier.”
“Ah?”
If this had been when they first t, Tracy Garcia certainly wouldn’t have dared to respond.
But after experiencing many life-and-death adventures together, they had grown accustod to each other’s company.
Moreover, she could tell that Leonard Churchill’s complint was sincere.
Far from awkward, the atmosphere was now one of warmth that could only exist between close friends.
Hearing that, the Bun-Haired Miss’s eyes suddenly lost their reproach.
She tilted her head, bead a smile revealing cute little fangs in her dimpled cheeks, and playfully replied, “Thanks for the complint~”
Leonard Churchill smiled without speaking.
Even Camilla, with her piercing crystal eyes, allowed a rare tenderness to surface.
…
The seriousness of being lost was dissipated by Tracy Garcia’s few words.
However, coming back to their senses, the three still needed to resolve the issue of being lost.
After observing for a while and seeing no danger, they continued on.
Leonard Churchill was well-versed in the principles of mazes.
Now, with his accumulated knowledge and potent deductive abilities, the average maze presented no threat to him.
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