Chapter 897: Chapter 279: Yes, I am the Pursuer of Light_3
Upon seeing this, Leonard Churchill had confird the “wisdom enhancent” he had obtained was indeed real. He muttered to himself, “I really owe Master rlin a huge favor…”
With that thought, he remarked with a sense of amazent, “But then again, it seems that card masters on the path of wisdom really do have such powerful learning abilities. No wonder those Scholars are known as walking libraries…”
Lost in thought, Leonard had even begun to consider his future occupation advancent options, which might involve exploring ways to increase his wisdom.
His thoughts shifted, and he found himself imrsed in efficient ditation and studying.
….
Several days flashed by.
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After the battle of the “Divine Ruins Treasure House,” only one in a hundred citizens of Sinless City remained.
This startled countless opportunists and hunters keen on making a fortune on the Old Continent, and for a mont, the bustling Sinless City turned quiet.
But as news spread across the Federation of survivors gaining advanced legacies from the treasure house, tales of sudden riches were splashed across newspapers, swiftly drawing throngs of Adventurers again.
Furthermore, the “seventh tier” had shifted from legend to reality, and the strategic value of the Old Continent was extraordinary.
The five great Senators of the Federation and the influential powers, realizing the opportunity was not to be missed, increased their investnts one after another, and countless official Hunting Teams and rcenaries began to arrive in droves.
In just a few days, Sinless City had regained its forr liveliness.
Leonard had originally planned to stay in the basent for a few more days.
However, he hadn’t expected that the ruins where he was hiding would catch the eye of a group of real estate developers; the roar of steam machinery disrupted his dedicated practice.
Fortunately, his realm was mostly stabilized, and Leonard felt it was ti for him to go out for a breath of fresh air.
Before long, Leonard arrived at Downing Street.
This entertainnt district was even more prosperous than before.
The streets were bustling with people, and vehicles moved like a flowing river.
But most were unfamiliar faces.
Previously, Downing Street was under the control of the Brotherhood and the established Gangs of Sinless City. Now, it was hard to spot a familiar face.
But there were advantages, too.
The original status quo had been completely shattered, and now more uniford Security Officers appeared on the streets.
Sinless City had transford from a lawless den of cri into a stable and bustling tropolis.
As he walked, Leonard found himself outside No. 1 Downing Street without realizing it.
Flood Gang was still as bustling and lively as ever.
Looking at the familiar Flood Gang, Leonard’s eyes deepened in thought.
He walked inside.
The hall was just as lively with performances, still showcasing the Royal Dance Troupe.
However, most of the perforrs on stage were new faces.
This made Leonard feel as if much ti had passed, and things were no longer the sa.
He had no idea where to go.
Aimlessly, he found himself backstage.
The familiar pathway, the familiar lead make-up room.
Leonard saw a familiar figure.
“Oh, Monica, you’re really too beautiful today. Sorry I’ve been so busy lately. I don’t even know why my great-grandmother left the family business in Sinless City entirely in my hands. Moreover, I have to return to Black Gold City in a month to attend the family council,” said the plump man.
“I know you love dance and performance, and even though you accepted my proposal, I won’t interfere with any of your decisions. What I an is, we could go back together this ti, I believe we will definitely receive the blessings of the elders in our family…”
“…”
Leonard glanced over.
Lew Williams, in a crisp suit, his slicked hair shining under the light, looked decidedly sharp.
Seeing him dressed so formally, Leonard guessed that the plump man had begun to take on high-level managent responsibilities within the Song Family and would gradually take over the entire family.
And it seed his affair of the heart was also going well.
Miss Monica, whom he had previously seen in the Mysterious Realm, did not reject him again and spoke with deep affection.
Leonard glanced over and smiled slightly.
Although Monica’s identity was uncertain, since Lew Williams knew, Leonard had no desire to pry.
It was enough to simply offer his good wishes.
Leonard walked past the makeup room, unsure of where to go next.
Vera Williams was gone, Sophia Jones had probably gone to the Old Continent, and Tracy Garcia—he did not know where she went after seeing her mother…
Leonard then realized that in the Flood Gang, there weren’t many friends left to find.
He was about to leave when, as if guided by a mysterious force, he found himself wandering to the warehouse.
It was also behind the stage, a quiet area with a few small rooms.
Without knowing why, Leonard had co here.
He was about to walk away when, just as he passed one of the storerooms filled with stage props, he suddenly stopped.
A sign hung on the door: Scriptwriter’s Office.
The door was ajar, and Leonard caught a glimpse, then stood rooted to the spot.
He looked around the room, where under the subdued orange light, a plainly dressed guy was engrossed in scribbling on a script.
The man seed to sense sothing, looked up, and flashed a faint smile, as if he had seen soone familiar.
Leonard Churchill’s pupils shrank suddenly: “Noah Wright?”
No.
To be precise, the person before him was not the Noah Wright he knew.
He had never imagined he would encounter him here.
And he certainly hadn’t expected the fad leader of the Thirteen Masked Knights, the “Pursuer of Light,” to be an inconspicuous screenwriter at the Federation Royal Dance Troupe.
…
Leonard Churchill walked in, staring at the thin and haggard Mushroomhead with a complex expression on his face.
It seed to be the person he knew.
Yet, there was also a feeling of unfamiliarity.
It was like a familiar soul was wrapped in a familiar body. Both were familiar, but when put together, they sohow felt strange.
Moreover, he had clearly seen “Mushroomhead” die in the Mysterious Realm before.
Noah Wright was quite nonchalant: “Please, take a seat. The accommodations here are a bit poor. Would you like so tea?”
As he spoke, he had already poured a cup of hot tea, “This is all I have, tea from the south, ‘Red Plum Tea,’ pretty good.”
Leonard accepted the tea cup: “Thank you.”
After serving the tea, Mushroomhead picked up his fountain pen again, “Just wait a mont. This script is for the dance troupe’s use tomorrow. I need to make so changes. Oh, the new stage director doesn’t understand art at all, he ssed up my script…”
“Sure, you go ahead.”
Leonard Churchill listened without speaking.
He just silently watched Mushroomhead, resembling an ordinary screenwriter, frowning as he modified so text on a script that had been scribbled on many tis over.
Although Leonard had guessed that Mushroomhead’s Professional Sequence was likely that of a Bard, he truly hadn’t expected his real job to be a screenwriter.
A few minutes later, Noah Wright finished writing, happily snapping his fountain pen shut: “Done!”
Turning to Leonard, he said, “You’ve advanced, congratulations.”
“Thank you…”
Leonard hesitated slightly before asking, “How should I address you?”
Noah Wright didn’t seem to mind: “The usual is fine.”
Leonard still felt a sense of unfamiliarity and confird: “You are the Pursuer of Light?”
Noah Wright casually acknowledged: “Yes.”
This ti he didn’t say any convoluted phrases like “I am the Pursuer of Light, but the Pursuer of Light is not .”
Instead, he admitted it outright.
Leonard’s eyes narrowed slightly as he listened.
But at the sa ti, he furrowed his brows as he looked at the pale face before him.
Even though he didn’t know what had happened to Mushroomhead, the man’s energy was extrely weak at this mont.
It was like a flickering candle fla that could extinguish at any mont.
A powerhouse like the Pursuer of Light would never be unable to control their own energy.
The only explanation was that he had been severely injured.
So severely that he fundantally couldn’t fix it himself.
The white hair at his temples also reminded Leonard of his own brush with death.
In an instant, Leonard’s thoughts raced, and he considered too much.
He asked in a deep voice, “Why did you give the Xismark Holy Grail before…”
Now that everything had ended.
All plans had beco clear.
If he wasn’t mistaken, when Noah Wright sought the Holy Grail, it wasn’t simply to help.
It was highly likely that he knew the cost of the plan would be significant.
Perhaps only the Holy Grail could save his life.
But even foreseeing today, he didn’t ntion it back then and let Leonard drink the Holy Grail Water.
It takes at least several decades to accumulate a cup of Holy Grail Water.
aning, he gave up what might have been his only chance of survival to Leonard Churchill.
When Noah Wright heard the question, he didn’t deny it and replied indifferently: “That’s not important.”
How could it not be important?
Leonard’s expression grew more solemn as he listened.
Seeing his look, Noah Wright smiled, didn’t elaborate further, and instead suggested sothing totally unrelated: “How about playing poker? Roderick Cards, two people can play.”
Leonard glanced at the deck already in his hands, hesitated for a mont: “Alright!”
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