Chapter 1849: Chapter 560 So Daily Life with Tracy Garcia
Leonard Churchill’s thoughts wandered in and out of that state of sudden realization.
As the feeling of the epiphany faded, his mind gradually returned to clarity.
At this mont, the flap of the army tent was lifted slightly, and a head with a round bun hairstyle popped in.
She blinked and cheerfully called out, “Leonard, dinner is ready…”
“Mm.”
Leonard heard the voice and looked at Tracy Garcia’s smiling face. The dark line between his brows also quietly eased, and he responded with a smile.
Actually, he knew this girl had been standing outside the tent for a while. But she seed to have sensed sothing and, fearing to disturb him, had waited until now.
Tracy walked in, intending to help the patient get out of bed.
She walked in and glanced at the photo and stamp in Leonard’s hand, casually asking, “What are you thinking about?”
Originally, she wanted to ask about the power of the Space-ti Law that had lingered in the tent earlier and not to pry into anything else.
Of course, she also had a bit of curiosity.
The two were already very familiar, so Leonard certainly recognized what the Bun-Haired Miss was thinking. He didn’t mind and directly picked up the photo, openly showing it, “What the Great Emperor told before reminded of an old acquaintance.”
First, because there were no topics avoided between friends, and second, because it was a story that could be shared.
“An old acquaintance?”
Tracy blinked, finding the term a bit strange.
But looking at the young lady in front of the rose in the photo, she blinked again and marveled, “Wow, she’s so beautiful.”
Leonard smiled noncommittally, a rare tenderness showing between his brows.
As she spoke, Tracy also noticed Leonard in the photo, eyeing him with undisguised admiration in her crystal eyes, “Mr. Leonard Churchill is also very handso.”
Saying this, she asked, “When was this photo taken? It looks a bit vintage in style…”
Hearing this, Leonard’s gaze lowered, and his tone turned sowhat somber, “One hundred years ago.”
“Ah?”
Tracy blinked, looking surprised.
But upon considering the Ti Rule, it seed she understood sothing.
Afraid of touching on a potentially sad past, she said no more.
“Yes, it was taken one hundred years ago at the Song Family’s Safflower Manor.”
Saying this, Leonard put away the photo, intending to get up.
The wound on his chest twinged, causing him to frown slightly.
Seeing this, Tracy set aside her doubts and curiosity, quickly stepping forward to support him, “Be careful.”
Leonard: “Mm.”
From his tone, it was clear that the story behind the photo wasn’t a happy one.
Originally, Tracy thought Leonard wouldn’t continue, but to her surprise, she heard the beginning of the story, “At that ti, I was taken one hundred years back by the relic [Super Spaceti Postage Stamp]…”
Tracy perked up her ears, wanting to listen, but heard a lighthearted tease nearby, “Little Garcia, do you want to hear this story?”
Tracy had initially planned to deny it, but seeing Leonard’s nonchalant expression, she nodded eagerly, like pecking rice, “Mm, mm! I would love to!”
She was genuinely very curious.
Leonard smiled, already slling the aroma of at, “This story is long. Let’s eat first.”
Tracy nodded, “Okay.”
….
The camping place was a valley blooming with phosphorescent purple ferns, with glowing moss on the rock walls, filling the valley with a blue-purple glow.
Not far from the tent was a clear stream.
A roaring campfire burned beside the stream, with a big pot suspended over it, stewing aromatic mushroom and at soup.
Camilla was holding a long wooden spoon, stirring the food in the pot.
A greedy little girl was already squatting beside her bowl, waiting eagerly for Camilla to serve the food.
They were far from Sinless City now.
In the remote underground cave, the air had a unique freshness.
Lenny had left several days ago. Ray, his grandson, needed his care, so he quietly followed his Herlands Family back.
He knew the Herlands Family’s mission had failed and they would face punishnt from the Royal Court.
As a forr mber of the Four King’s Knights Family, Lenny knew what would happen. He knew his old friend would definitely go back.
Following them was his way of helping as much as he could.
Also, as the enfeoffnt knight of King Augustus, he had so responsibilities to fulfill.
So now there were only three people in the camp: Leonard, Tracy, and Camilla.
Seeing Tracy supporting Leonard over, Camilla greeted, “How are you feeling?”
Leonard replied self-deprecatingly, “No big problem.”
The contamination of divinity required ti to cleanse; it wasn’t a big issue, but the injury had numbed his sensory nerves, needing so ti to adjust.
It wasn’t very serious.
But since Tracy was worried and insisted on supporting him, Leonard let her be.
He sat by the campfire.
During these monts alone, Camilla showed none of the august majesty typical of King Augustus.
She served Leonard a full plate of food, and also gave servings to herself and Tracy.
Around the fire, the flickering flas illuminated three spirited faces.
Tracy, excited, tasted a spoonful of soup and couldn’t help but exclaim, “Wow… it’s so delicious!”
Saying this, she didn’t forget to inform Leonard, “Leonard, you have no idea, Sister Camilla’s cooking is excellent.”
“Oh?”
Leonard was a bit intrigued, realizing he had never tried Camilla’s cooking before.
Beside, her cold deanor didn’t match soone with cooking skills.
Yet as the rich at broth hit his palate, his expression instantly brightened with surprise, “Mm. This is really good.”
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