Chapter 1173: Chapter 360 Aunt Jones, What Did You Dream About? _2 Chapter 1173: Chapter 360 Aunt Jones, What Did You Dream About? _2 No form of expression can surpass thought,
It was just an offhand question, Sophia Jones glanced at him with her clear eyes and responded seriously, “Yes.”
Leonard Churchill, “Really possible?”
Sophia Jones seed to think of sothing, pondered for a mont, then said, “Hmm, the White Family’s Secret Techniques include a Secret Skill like that.”
Upon hearing this, Leonard Churchill casually remarked, “Eh… Then doesn’t that an, Aunt Jones, you could let experience ‘Divine Power’ in the Illusionist World?”
Hearing this, Sophia Jones’s eyes subtly hid a trace of unusual color, “In theory, it’s possible.”
Leonard Churchill, his thoughts enlivened by the conversation, felt no need for courtesy among his own people, and asked directly, “Then when can you try that for ?”
Sophia Jones’s brow moved slightly, and without saying much, she simply responded softly, “Okay.”
The Steam Car then sped along the road, and before long, arrived at a small town called “Black Water Town.”
This was the place they had previously contacted Lew Williams about; they were supposed to have soone here to et them.
With the war approaching, people had long since fled their hos, leaving the town empty and desolate.
Leonard Churchill stopped the car, stepped out to show his face, and took out a flag to display in front of his vehicle, bringing sudden activity to the deathly quiet town.
A fully ard squad erged from the darkness, the leader looking at the flag and sizing up Leonard Churchill, “Is Mr. S arriving?”
Leonard Churchill nodded, confirming the prearranged secret signal.
The squad, seeing only one car, also looked puzzled. Weren’t they called to et the chanics? Where are they?
The big-bearded leader tactfully refrained from asking directly, instead initiated a roundabout inquiry, “Sir, if I may so inquire, did you just co from Talon City? I’ve heard that the fighting over there…”
Leonard Churchill couldn’t reveal too much, as that would not necessarily bode well for these people; he simply said, “Talon City has fallen. But the situation there is very complicated, you must not probe into it.”
The rest would be communicated directly to Lew Williams.
Upon hearing that Talon City, with its million-strong elite forces, had fallen, the complexions of the entire welcoming squad changed in unison.
Before anyone could ask more questions, Leonard Churchill took out an oil painting, infused it with Curse Power, and opened a Space Barrier.
Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, hundreds of people spilled onto the street as if poured out from a bag.
These were the chanics from the family, along with a few offspring of Roy’s Family.
Sophia Jones, watching these people, also felt an inexplicable sense of emotion stir within her.
It was Marshal Roy, the Third chanic, who had held out with his Soldiers until the very last mont of the city’s fall. It was only on Sophia Jones’s advice that the Roy’s Family had managed to preserve this lineage.
Without waiting for the welcoming squad to question further, Leonard Churchill imdiately explained, “These people have been affected by a ntal illusion.”
The welcoming squad, faced with the hundreds of people who had seemingly appeared out of thin air, though showing faces of shock as if they were unworldly, didn’t say anything.
They quickly took out a Potion and injected it into the people.
Hundreds of individuals woke up.
These chanics were non-combatants; they had been hiding in bunkers all along, completely unaware of what had happened.
Now hearing that Talon City had fallen, and fearing they were the only survivors, they trembled with delayed horror.
They were also grateful for having trusted the arrangent of the Song Family.
Leonard Churchill paid little attention to everyone’s gratitude, urging them to leave quickly.
With the current situation, there was no telling what other changes might occur.
…
After seeing off the chanics, Leonard Churchill and his group continued on their way.
Those people had subsequent arrangents with the Song Family, so there was no need to worry too much about them.
Instead, Leonard Churchill and his group planned to create so misleading tracks to divert any pursuers who might co back.
The drive continued for several more hours.
All along the way, Sophia Jones was in ditation, stabilizing the new Realm she had only just managed to touch upon.
Seven Brown had still not woken and had been asleep the whole journey.
It was only in the evening that they stopped in a deserted wilderness.
They needed to find a place to camp and rest for the night and, besides, Ivan was awake and hungry again.
In the pitch-black wilderness, small campfires started to burn.
Leonard Churchill managed several large pots, into which he dumped tons of ingredients.
Ivan started drooling at the corners of his mouth from the mont the ingredients were prepared, staring intently at the pots.
As the aroma wafted over, she would sneak her little hand into the scalding pot and fish out a piece of at to gobble down.
Sneaking bites while appearing demurely well-behaved.
Leonard Churchill turned a blind eye; these days, he was used to playing the role of a fatherly figure to this little girl.
Apart from eating, she didn’t cry or fuss, and her presence even enhanced his ability to comprehend the Space Law, proving quite easy to look after.
Leonard Churchill found joy in the responsibility.
The campfires drove away the darkness, dispelling the chill of the wilderness.
Before long, the roast at was done, golden and sizzling with juice, the fragrance overflowing.
Leonard Churchill took a piece of at that weighed tens of pounds and placed it on a platter. Ivan, who had been impatiently waiting, bit into that piece of at that was much bigger than her head, with juice running down her chin.
Seeing this, Sophia Jones smiled gently.
Leonard Churchill handed her a piece of roast at as well.
Sophia Jones nodded, “Thank you.”
Originally, they had no intention of waking Seven Brown so she could get more rest.
After all, having experienced the Illusion herself, Leonard Churchill knew it would be greatly beneficial for her.
Perhaps it was because she had been away from the Spells for too long, the influence of the Spells had completely worn off, or maybe it was the scent of food entering her dreams, but Miss Rita suddenly woke up.
“Eh… How co I am here?”
Looking around the wilderness, Seven Brown was confounded for quite so ti, seemingly unable to understand why, just monts ago, she was in a clean white apartnt, and now suddenly camping in the wild?
Realizing Leonard Churchill and Sophia Jones were both looking at her, Seven Brown seed to rember sothing, her face showing a start of alarm, “Right, the city has fallen!”
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