Catastrophe Card King

Chapter 758: Chapter 244: A 3000-Year-Old Skeleton_3

“Wow… so there’s also such a theory.”

Vera Williams found it magical too.

But she didn’t take it seriously.

She just listened as if it were a mythological tale.

Leonard Churchill, however, fell into silence.

Because he felt that they might have actually touched upon the truth.

At the same time, a sense of crisis also surged in his heart.

That “Contamination Source” might not be so easy to deal with.

….

“If there’s a ‘Gold Aggregation Effect’ nearby, we’ll have to rely on luck. It could be deep underground, or maybe you’ll find it just by turning into some cave.”

“Ah, Elder, is there no other way to find it?”

“No. But the Old Man does think Miss Williams should have good luck. I did your Divination before, and you have the Life Pattern of great wealth. Your luck definitely won’t be bad. Don’t worry, even if we can’t find any Mithril Ore, there’s an eighty percent chance we’ll find gold or silver mines or something…”

“Wow… if what you say comes true, Elder, I’ll definitely hire you as a Commercial worshiper.”

“Hahaha, well said, well said…”

…

Elder Clinton kept on talking, telling stories about how Mythical Dwarves and Goblins mined minerals.

Vera Williams and Pigeon listened with great interest, interjecting occasionally with questions they were curious about.

Leonard Churchill listened carefully to these stories, taking notes in his mind and constantly thinking.

He always felt that Elder Clinton resembled more of a “Prophet” or a “Seer” than any other person.

He wasn’t eroded by time.

He came from history and also appeared in the future.

Mysteriously ineffable like a God, it was unfathomable.

And indeed, those seemingly absurd tales often hid great secrets.

Instinct told Leonard Churchill that they were getting close to their journey’s purpose.

After waiting for Elder Clinton to finish his story.

Leonard Churchill didn’t concern himself with the issue of the Mine Vein, but instead said, “Elder, in case we encounter any danger on the way, please look after my two companions for me.”

Although he knew that Vera Williams and Pigeon probably wouldn’t die here, he still felt uneasy.

Leaving a word of caution was always right.

Elder Clinton, still immersed in the “commercial worshiper’s empty promise” that Vera Williams had just mentioned, excitedly agreed, “No problem.”

With that assurance, Leonard Churchill smiled, and also breathed a sigh of relief.

Elder Clinton found Leonard Churchill’s attitude strange and asked with a curious expression, “Have we really met before?”

The other party brought up the question voluntarily, but Leonard Churchill didn’t answer directly. His gaze deepened, and after a moment of contemplation, he gave an unrelated response, “Elder, have you found what you were looking for?”

He also attempted to awaken the Elder’s “Other identity.”

But it seemed fruitless; Elder Clinton looked bewildered: “Ah?”

Leonard Churchill didn’t press, just smiled wryly and shook his head, “Never mind.”

….

After dinner, the four of them rested by the campfire.

Pigeon and Elder Clinton, who enjoyed chatting, slept in one tent together.

Leonard Churchill and Vera Williams shared another tent.

Since the tents were open, there was nothing awkward about it.

Leonard Churchill wasn’t fussy about sleep and meditated in a cross-legged position.

Vera Williams also rested on the side, occasionally adding some wood to the campfire.

She felt great about this genuine camping experience and was excited and looking forward to it.

“Leonard Churchill, do you really know that Elder Clinton? He knows so much…”

“Yes, if we encounter any dangers, and I can’t take care of you, remember to stay near the Elder.”

“Oh.”

Leonard Churchill didn’t elaborate further.

Both Vera Williams and Pigeon’s Life Patterns allowed them to meet this mysterious old man, but that didn’t mean they were qualified to touch the secrets of the Old Man.

Luckily, Vera Williams was smart and even naively believed him, not asking any further.

“What if we can’t find the Mithril Ore?”

“If we can’t find it, then we can’t. But I think we might just find it.”

“Ah… Leonard Churchill, even though we seem to be about the same age, why are you so incredible and know so much?”

“Actually, Miss Williams is quite excellent herself.”

“Ah… I’m far from your level. When we get back to Black Gold City, I’d like to invite you to visit my home. Yes, I’ll introduce you to my friends; they’ll definitely admire you. Oh, and Grandpa has been saying for a long time that he wants me to bring you over to see him…”

“To see me?”

“Yes. When you asked me about the Mental Deformation before, I talked to Grandpa, and he guessed some of it. But back then, we hadn’t met… By the way, have you resolved your Mental Deformation issue?”

“Yes, it’s been resolved.”

…

Vera Williams was actually a very cheerful girl.

Especially after the two became familiar.

While Leonard Churchill meditated, Vera Williams prattled on, seemingly having endless things to say.

But before long, the girl, as she was talking, fell asleep.

The firelight cast upon her delicate, flawless face which relaxed in the realm of dreams, like a tender and pretty morning rose; she held the pillow quietly in sleep, breathing evenly and gently, with a sweet and peaceful smile on her lips.

She wore a low-cut Adventure Suit and had taken off the deerskin vest because it was tight in sleep.

The loose white inner garment gaped at the neckline when she turned on her side, revealing the not-so-majestic but youthfully vibrant pale skin in a charming sight.

A very pretty girl indeed.

In the wilderness, she had no defense whatsoever, sleeping deeply.

Leonard Churchill glanced at her and couldn’t help but slightly curve the corners of his mouth.