Chapter 1941: Chapter 586: Took in a Mushroomhead as a Disciple_3
The legacy of the two people was special to begin with, so it was not surprising.
After chatting for a while, Camilla, who hadn’t spoken much before, seed to rember sothing and said, “Oh right, soone wants to see you.”
“Who?”
Leonard Churchill appeared sowhat confused, as if it was soone familiar, there was no need for soone to relay the ssage.
If it was a stranger, it wouldn’t require soone of Camilla’s status to pass the ssage.
Camilla seed to want to explain, but after a brief pause, swallowed back her words, “You’ll know when you see them.”
Saying this, she raised her hand slightly, and the lady official not far away imdiately understood and retreated. She added, “It was soone we t during a visit to ‘Rocks City’. He’s probably in the library now, I’ll call him over.”
Hearing this, Leonard Churchill beca curious too.
Who could be worthy of such a formal introduction by Camilla?
The three of them chatted a little longer, and soon, they heard footsteps approaching from outside.
Judging by the hurried footsteps, it seed like a rather reckless person.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
The door opened, and the lady official walked in.
A short boy followed her.
He was wearing an old suit, presumably for formality, paired with a hat that did not match his attire at all.
The outfit seed too old-fashioned for soone of his age.
Upon entering, Leonard Churchill hadn’t even gotten a clear look at his face before the boy took off his hat and bowed deeply, “Greetings, Your Majesty, Lord Garcia.”
Camilla nodded to indicate, “No need for such formalities.”
When she spoke, the boy dared to raise his head.
Standing up, his appearance beca clear.
He seed to be around eleven or twelve years old, with a childish mushroom-style haircut.
Half of his inferior brass glasses were broken, and the fra was patched up with tape; his suit was washed-out with patches; from the pocket protruded a piece of paper filled with doodles, and his hands were sared with ink, seemingly recently spilled and hastily wiped, only to spread everywhere…
At a glance, he appeared to be a child from a poor background.
It was his first ti in such a high-end restaurant, summoned by His Majesty, and the boy seed sowhat at a loss. He didn’t dare to look directly at the three people before him, but his peripheral vision was examining his surroundings.
Yet, in those clear eyes, aside from curiosity and nervousness, there was a serene wisdom.
But it was this ordinary boy who caused Leonard Churchill’s pupils to tremble at first glance.
Camilla knew why he was so surprised and said, “His na is ‘Darcy’. I didn’t know of his existence until recently. He was found in an orphanage, claid to be a war refugee, with an unknown background.”
“…”
Leonard Churchill listened but did not speak, though he understood completely.
The more people know so things, the more causality is added, and a traceable flaw erges.
He was sure that this wasn’t Noah Wright.
But it was definitely left behind by the Mushroomhead.
Noah Wright was dead, leaving behind his inheritor.
In an instant, an idea that had been troubling Leonard Churchill, the loss of a friend, seed to dissipate instantly, and a slight curve ford on his lips, murmuring to himself, “That guy… truly a masterful tactic.”
No wonder every ti Noah Wright asked him to take care of the Inheritor of the Pursuer of Light lineage in case of his death.
Leonard Churchill was previously puzzled as the Pursuer of Light’s legacy wasn’t sothing an ordinary person could bear, not even once in a hundred years, let alone in a thousand.
But Noah Wright’s certainty was as if he knew soone suitable would co along.
Now, Leonard Churchill understood, so that was the reason.
Elder Clinton used voluntary amnesia to avoid those forbidden secrets.
And the Pursuer of Light used death to avoid them?
He dies, then arranges for an inheritor to break the chain of causality… And so on.
Leonard Churchill even had a more extre idea pop into his mind, “Could it be… the Pursuer of Light has always been just one person?”
The boy before him was not only a character drawn in a novel but a kind of existence Leonard Churchill could not fully understand.
After Camilla’s introduction, Leonard Churchill fell into thought without speaking, and the room beca so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.
The boy nad “Darcy” in front of him kept his head down, not daring to see what was happening, nor did he understand why the important figures before him were staring at him.
After all, he was a young boy, anxious, his hand slightly trembling as he pinched his clothing’s edge.
Seeing this, Leonard Churchill smiled kindly, “Darcy, do you like chess?”
The boy then lifted his head, seeing Leonard Churchill’s face for the first ti, “Yes, sir. How… how did you know?”
Leonard Churchill gestured to the book sticking out of his pocket, which was filled with chess records.
Only then did the boy realize he had co in his haste, inadequately attired, and hurriedly tucked it back into his pocket.
Leonard Churchill smiled, not minding at all.
Just by glancing at that corner, he knew it was a classic endga, and his mind stirred, leading him to ask casually, “I hold the White pieces, place the Bishop diagonally, how do you respond?”
The boy didn’t know why the gentleman would discuss chess with him, yet he instinctively began to think, “I protect the King by moving back…”
Leonard Churchill: “Next, I position the Forbidden Army piece…”
The boy: “I…”
After two moves.
The endga was nearly finished.
Leonard Churchill suddenly smiled sagely and asked, “Why not retreat the ‘chariot’ to avoid losses?”
Without much thought, the boy replied, “Because if I don’t abandon the chariot, in seven moves, you would capture my ‘Bishop’. Then, with your earlier positioned ‘Imperial Guards’, in at most three steps, I’d be checkmated…”
“…”
Hearing this, Leonard Churchill laughed.
This kid indeed felt exactly like that Mushroomhead.
Leonard Churchill, from the beginning, saw through all the solutions to the chessboard, but that was him!
A Ninth Tier card master with an extrely high achievent in the “I Am the World” Secret Skill!
Yet this boy, who had no fluctuation of Curse Power, could do so much; his talent was visibly apparent.
The boy didn’t understand why the gentleman in front of him was smiling, but it didn’t seem to exert any pressure, so he boldly looked over.
He t Leonard Churchill’s gaze just in ti, who then asked him, “Darcy, would you like to beco my disciple?”
Hearing these words, the boy felt as if struck by lightning in his mind, clearly not grasping the situation.
He froze for a mont, then looking at the still gentle smiles on both the King and Lord Garcia’s faces, he instantly understood what was happening, and joy of being favored spread across his face.
Still sowhat at a loss, the boy hastily perford a respectful courtesy, stamring his response, “I… I would!”
Looking at the Mushroomhead before him, Leonard Churchill showed a content smile at the corners of his eyes.
Suddenly, as if overlapping with the shadow of an old acquaintance.
A new line of causality was connected.
….
Black Gold City is the largest city-state in the western Valdona County, and also the largest high-yield coal mining area in the entire Federation.
It used to be the stronghold of the Song Family.
Here resides a beautiful manor filled with blooming rose bushes.
Several days later, Leonard Churchill, dressed in a white suit, strolled into the manor.
A century had passed, and he returned once more to this familiar yet drastically changed place.
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