Chapter 739: Chapter 239: Seeing Elder Clinton Again_4
One by one, they pointed at Leonard Churchill’s portrait, spewing out all sorts of vicious curses.
Leonard, however, couldn’t care less.
Even if people slandered , insulted , deceived … I would just laugh it off.
But Vera Williams, who stood by his side, had never experienced such things before.
Listening to those malicious words, she had only one strong thought in her heart: she wanted to explain to everyone pointing fingers around that Mr. Leonard Churchill was a good person! Her life-saver!
But she knew she couldn’t say those things now.
The conflict in her heart left her feeling suffocated, very uncomfortable.
With this thought, Vera glanced at Leonard again and could only weakly say, “I’m sorry…”
“Heh…”
Leonard laughed it off indifferently as a response.
He never took such matters to heart.
After all, he had always been on an arrest warrant in this world and was long used to being unperturbed.
However, self-mockingly, he had to admit it was quite a coincidence that after ti traveling a hundred years into the past, he was wanted… again.
A fugitive’s physique?
…
After all, they were here to gather information.
Leonard and Vera didn’t rush to go back.
After strolling around for a while, they had gathered quite a bit of intelligence.
How Baron Bolton was taking it very seriously and looking for people everywhere; how the Rose Chamber of Comrce was also searching everywhere… various forces were looking for her.
The situation had developed almost as Leonard had expected.
After Vera’s “disappearance,” the topic had shifted from assassination to a search.
The atmosphere had shifted from a lethal crisis to a suspenseful one.
However, the commoners knew limited truths, and Leonard lost interest after a while.
Yet, he overheard another piece of news.
“Hey, have you heard about the ‘vampires’? It’s said that so demon soldiers appeared on the battlefield, they suck human blood…”
“How could I not have heard! Just yesterday, I saw it with my own eyes. Those bandits turned into green-faced, fanged vampires, bullets couldn’t kill them. It’s too terrifying…”
“Be careful. I heard it’s a kind of ‘Blood Plague.’ They crave blood when they’re hungry… Once a person is bitten, they get infected. Supposedly there are so in the refugee camp, vampires co to suck blood stealthily at night… Last night, I saw a few people in black taking away two bodies from a tent…”
“…”
As Leonard walked, he filtered out the complex conversations of the pedestrians on the street.
He picked up topics related to “vampires.”
“So sort of Blood Plague, huh…” Leonard pondered.
The statent wasn’t flawed.
Such large-scale contamination would be hard to spread through normal ans; a plague was a plausible explanation.
But looking at the signs, there was a trend of losing control.
If it really was a plague, the densely populated refugee camp was incredibly dangerous.
With this in mind, Leonard’s brow furrowed tightly.
As he was thinking, they arrived near a row of tents with small stalls.
Vera was still curious about everything, and at that mont, she saw a tent shaking and heard so strange sounds coming from it. She asked, “Mr. Leonard Churchill, what are they selling in that shop? It’s so weird…”
Leonard glanced over and casually said, “That’s the ‘Warbler House’.”
Hearing an unfamiliar term, Vera instinctively asked, “What is that?”
Seeing her so curious, Leonard suddenly felt a playful impulse and said, “A warbler is a bird with a lodious song, and people often use it to describe certain… special sounds.”
After a pause, he revealed the truth, “To put it plainly… it’s a low-end brothel.”
Vera had been listening with utmost seriousness at first, thinking Leonard was going to educate her on so knowledge.
But upon hearing the explanation, she imdiately realized what those noises were about, and her pretty face turned hot in an instant, “Ah…”
This conversation made the girl hang her head, her eyes hiding the embarrassnt, no longer daring to be so curiously indiscriminate.
Leonard watched her reaction and simply smiled without speaking.
After wandering around, they were about ready to head back.
But just then, Leonard thought he heard a familiar voice, “Tarot divination, co take a look, no charge if it’s not accurate…”
…
No matter the world, there are never a shortage of charlatans.
Tarot divination is a mainstream thod of divination in this world.
So people who belong to the “Prophet” sequence are indeed proficient in divination, and Leonard had encountered so himself.
But most diviners in the market, they are fraudsters.
Leonard didn’t have much interest in such things.
But that voice was very familiar.
Leonard turned his head to peek into the mysterious tent shielded by curtains and caught sight of a sleazy old face.
If that gap-toothed old man wasn’t Elder Clinton, then who was it?!
“Is it really him?”
Upon recognizing the visitor, Leonard was greatly shocked.
In fact, as early as yesterday in the refugee camp, he thought he caught a glimpse of the old man.
At that ti, he thought he was mistaken.
Now, seeing that sleazy deanor and appearance, there was no mistake!
Leonard looked at the old man and imdiately thought, “It’s quite outrageous. A hundred years ago, this old man’s appearance hasn’t changed a bit…”
He had heard from Catherine Carter that this guy’s looks hadn’t changed in two hundred years, which he had found surprising.
Now seeing it with his own eyes, Leonard had a new insight.
Ti seed to have no effect on the old man, just like a character with a BUG.
This guy was no longer a Hunter but had beco a Diviner?
Amidst his astonishnt, Leonard’s eyes shifted, and he fell deep into thought.
This old man’s appearance was never simple.
Elder Clinton was involved in cause and effect that was even more outrageous than his own “Aura of Misfortune.”
This ant that his presence here hinted at a significant event about to happen nearby.
With that thought, Leonard guessed, “Could it be that this esteed elder also ca because of those ‘vampires’?”
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