Chapter 706: Chapter 232 Vera Williams
“Hey, Pigeon, don’t waste your good black bread on this guy. He’s been unconscious all day; he’s surely not going to make it.”
“But he’s clearly still alive. It’s just a piece of bread, I’m a child, I can’t eat that much anyway. And moreover, our black bread was a charitable gift from the distinguished young miss of the Rose Chamber of Comrce. If I can use it to save soone else, that’s all the better.”
“Oh, you naive fool! Wouldn’t it be better to trade the remaining half of the bread for a few copper coins? You’ll regret it when you’re hungry yourself.”
“Not at all. Huh, this mister is awake!”
“…”
Leonard Churchill had been awake for so ti.
But he was in a terrible state.
Like severe seasickness, his mind was groggy and hazy.
He vaguely felt as if it had rained, wet and rather cold.
Soone had pried open his mouth, pouring so sticky mush inside.
Oh, that taste… it was awful.
It was as if hot water had soaked the black bread.
That was Leonard’s least favorite way to eat black bread.
But his body desperately needed energy, and the rich scent of the wheat made it seem like the most delicious thing he had eaten in his life.
It wasn’t until just now that his consciousness had finally returned to his body.
Leonard opened his eyes.
He saw a pair of pure, wide eyes staring at him with surprise: “Sir, you’re awake?”
…
“Have I traveled through ti again?”
That was the first reaction in Leonard’s mind.
Just like when he crossed into the Alternate Dinsion, he woke to find his body in a terrible state.
His whole body was weak and feeble, his robust muscles seed drained, his skinniness visible to the naked eye.
And he was naked.
Presumably, the five or six-year-old child beside him had found a piece of rag from sowhere to make into underpants, which spared Leonard so embarrassnt.
“No, that’s not it. I don’t think I’ve crossed over.”
Leonard sensed around him.
Although his body was devoid of Curse Power, his transcendent abilities were all still there.
He could feel the presence of “air,” and he could clearly sense the Elents and Laws drifting around him.
The Enlightennt’s Attribute Panel was also there.
There was just an added “extrely weak” negative status.
When he briefly tried to figure out exactly what had happened, his head throbbed like the aftershocks of a hangover, making him grit his teeth and draw in a sharp breath.
At that mont, the little boy beside him blinked and asked with concern, “Sir, are you okay?”
“…”
Leonard’s throat felt like it had been filled with molten iron, and he couldn’t speak.
After ditating for a mont, he managed to suppress the stabbing pain in his head.
He had intended to use the “Curse of Immortality” to recover a bit of his bodily state, but upon trying, he found it useless.
Leonard instantly understood his current state: “High-level Laws erosion, is it…”
After all, he was already a Third Tier card master, with an exceptionally strong body.
Regular injuries were automatically healed by the recovery abilities granted by the Profession Card.
But now, even using the Undying Curse didn’t alleviate this weakness.
That ant the cause was so High-level Laws he couldn’t understand.
And his Secret Skill, Gluttony, even if he couldn’t ditate, should automatically absorb Elents to refine Curse Power, but now his Curse Power was slowly increasing from single digits, recovering very slowly.
All signs suggested that his body was eroded by so unknown High-level Laws, and all his thods were futile against this erosion.
Thankfully, that negative status was gradually dissipating on its own.
The boy next to him, seeing his feeble appearance and thinking he was hungry, took out the small piece of black bread he had hidden in his pocket: “Sir, I have a bit of bread here. If you’re hungry, you can have it.”
Leonard didn’t look at the bread but sized up the boy in front of him. About six or seven years old, very thin.
He was in dirty and ragged newsboy clothes, looking like a beggar.
But his skin was delicate, his eyes bright and clear, without the numbness to suffering, perhaps because he hadn’t been a beggar for long.
“So he saved , then…”
Leonard’s thoughts beca increasingly clear.
Although his body didn’t need to be saved and wouldn’t die off so easily.
Still, it was a good thing.
“Thank you.”
His body desperately needed energy. He weakly uttered a word of thanks and took the piece of bread from the boy’s hand, biting off a small piece.
The crumbs of bread dissolved in his mouth into maltose, the sweet malt flavor spreading wildly all over.
The supplent of glucose quickly gave his brain the energy to think again.
….
Leonard lay there for another ten minutes or so before he finally recalled what had happened.
Before he lost consciousness, he was supposed to be in the Flood Gang, reading a letter from a mysterious pen pal.
Then he was swept away by a mysterious force and lost consciousness.
“This… I seem to have been transported here by that Disaster Object, the Super Spaceti Postage Stamp? And the negative status on might be erosion from the Space Law?”
He figured out what had happened.
But it was strange, what exactly was the situation?
Others can’t take away the Clown mask, so it seems that his “body” was transported here.
Hence, nothing like the Storage Ring and other external objects ca with him.
Not to ntion he was butt naked.
Since he didn’t die, laughter spilled from Leonard’s eyes.
He was quite interested in this kind of magical encounter, speculating in his heart: “That Stamp could actually transport people away? So, where exactly have I been transported to now?”
Having eaten the last bit of bread, he felt he finally had the strength to talk.
He looked at the boy next to him and asked, “What’s your na?”
The boy said, “Everyone calls ‘Pigeon’, so you can call that too, sir.”
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