Chapter 812: Chapter 258: He Suppressed Two Eras, After All (Thanks to the Alliance Leader ‘Nine-tiered Pagoda’)
Leonard Churchill stood quietly by the windowsill,
falling into a state of indescribable enlightennt.
He was unaware of the invisible aura slowly surrounding his body.
It felt as if a long, long ti had passed,
yet it seed just a brief mont.
As the thought struck him, Leonard put down the letter he was holding, and then took out the one with the “Super Spaceti Postage Stamp” attached.
The Stamp had faded, void of any luster.
Leonard knew it was the Stamp’s “Power of Ti” that had allowed him to travel through ti, now fully depleted.
After a long look, he sighed softly.
It was all gone.
He had no idea how many years it would take for the Stamp to regenerate.
Leonard stood up from the chair and carefully collected the hundreds of letters.
There was another box under the bookshelf, left to him by Vera Williams.
Leonard opened it to peek inside.
There was a “Sealed Secret Box” and a ring.
The Secret Box was the relic left behind by the ancestors of the White Family from the Mithril Ore mines near Bolton Town.
Bound by a covenant, it couldn’t be used by others.
The ring was the “God Stealer Ring” that Leonard had failed to take with him a hundred years ago.
Vera Williams had kept both items safely all this ti.
Now, they were finally returned to Leonard.
“Ah…”
Looking at the two items, Leonard let out another long sigh.
These two items carried the mories of his adventures with that foolish girl.
The items were still the sa.
But she was no longer there.
Leonard picked up the ring and slid it onto his finger.
Just then, as he looked up, he saw the brilliantly lit Sinless City outside the window.
And on the glass, there was still the reflection of a face with no expression.
Leonard, looking at his own face, felt it was stranger than it had ever been.
He had seen many sad faces while in the circus, and as a clown, he always found ways to cheer people up.
Looking at this unhappy face, it was as if professional reflex kicked in, and he cracked a smile, trying to make a Ghost Mask to amuse himself.
But the face in the mirror remained lancholic.
That uplifted smile drooped once again, reverting to a blank expression, with deep, dim eyes.
Unwilling to accept this, he again stretched the corners of his mouth upwards with his index fingers, forcing a smile.
The smile seed to freeze there and did not fade.
But for the first ti, he felt his smile was so exaggerated, so false.
Smiling, Leonard murmured to himself, “So this… this is sorrow, huh…”
Leonard had always found it hard to feel joy, which is why he pursued thrills for sensory pleasure;
But feeling sorrow was even more difficult for him.
He could perfectly perform various emotions, yet his heart remained still.
This was the first ti he truly felt that piercing emotion of grief as if his heart had been hollowed out.
But as this somber mood arose, it was as if he could hear that girl’s tender voice again, “Mr. Leonard Churchill, you have to take care…”
Hearing this, the person in the mirror unknowingly turned the corners of his mouth up slightly.
Struck by the thought, Leonard took out the black and white photograph of him and her once more.
Looking at that radiant, happy face, he smiled gently, “Miss Anne… were those years like this for you?”
So people really can be happy just with the mories of better tis.
Leonard caressed the photograph, the smile returning to his face.
People start to grasp the aning of life once they have sothing to cherish.
After gathering everything, he walked towards the door.
….
The Flood Gang was bustling with activity.
The opening ceremony was still ongoing.
The Royal Dance Troupe’s classic stage drama had just begun.
The buzz was not limited to the spectators watching the play.
There were also those who were truly there to “watch the show.”
While Leonard was reading those letters in his room, completely unaware, all of Sinless City was actually seething with undercurrents.
And as the eye of the storm, Flood Gang, below its lively façade, the fuse on the powder keg had already been lit.
Inside a private room on the fourth floor of the Flood Gang,
several mysterious figures were tinkering with an array.
To any outsider there, seeing the “Immortal Aegis Animals” illusions floating behind them, it was imdiately clear they were people of the White Family, the God Stealers.
The array was wreathed in blue smoke, forming the illusion of a Fox.
Suddenly, the Fox opened its eyes.
The leading White Family elder smiled with excitent.
“It’s confird that person passed away, let’s move!”
“Those fools are still preoccupied with who will take over the Song Family… little do they know that securing the corpse of that old man will an the Song Family’s power will be ours.”
“Ensure the success of this mission! Whoever stands in our way, show no rcy!”
“Yes.”
“…”
With that, the figures vanished from the room in an instant.
….
And the White Family were not the only ones keeping an eye on Flood Gang.
In various private rooms and performance halls… the powers from the Federation that could be called top-tier clans all had personal representatives present.
Right now, on the second floor at the betting area,
a sophisticated middle-aged gentleman was watching an intense boxing match from the luxury of a private room,
Unknown to common people, but not unfamiliar to political circles,
was none other than Robert Morton, current Family Head of the Morton Family, one of the five Senators of the Federation!
One among the very few standing at the pinnacle of power in the Federation.
At that mont, a young man rushed in.
Excitedly, he said, “Father, intelligence has co in, it looks like Senator Kean is about to make a move!”
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