Catastrophe Card King

Chapter 799: Chapter 255: No Regrets for Things Done or Trials Faced_2

“Mhm, mhm, mhm.”

Vera Williams revealed a brilliantly sly and delighted smile.

She lifted her skirt and skillfully climbed onto Leonard Churchill’s back, not forgetting to tease playfully, “Thank you~ Mr. Leonard Churchill is so nice.”

Without knowing when it started, the girl no longer felt the slightest bit of unfamiliarity.

Leonard chuckled softly without a word, one hand holding the Great Sword, and the other supporting her soft behind.

Together they walked toward the depths of the Dense Forest.

As they walked, Vera didn’t forget to give directions, “Over there, just a bit further inside and we’ll be there.”

“Mhm.”

Leonard made his way through.

There were no more street lights here, only the faint luminescence from the luminescent plants and bugs.

A breeze blew, and the air was filled with a mix of fragrances from grass, earth, trees, and flowers.

Vera lay on Leonard’s back, her chin propped on his shoulder, her face very close, intimately wrapping her arms around him.

Step by step, time seemed to slow down.

She thought how wonderful it would be to just keep walking like this.

At that moment, Vera suddenly thought of some scenes from a previous play and couldn’t help but giggle, “Giggle~”

The warm breath on his neck made Leonard ask, “What’s so funny?”

Vera cocked her head and smiled playfully, “I’ve noticed Mr. Leonard Churchill seems to favor the more voluptuous actors~”

Leonard’s brow quirked and he smiled brightly, “Heh…”

The topic hadn’t been dropped, it seemed.

Before they knew it, they had reached deep into the Dense Forest.

“Here we are.”

Vera pointed at the house atop the huge cedar trees hundreds of meters tall, quite proud of herself, “This is my secret base. When I don’t want to stay at home, I come here.”

“???”

Leonard’s expression also became somewhat strange.

He had imagined the cabin would be like a clumsy bird’s nest.

But the sight of this exquisitely made treehouse apartment, fashioned like a stilted building, was far from what he had envisioned.

How could it be as he thought?

To reach the treehouse, one would have to climb a rope ladder tens of meters high. Vera jumped down from his back, facing a dilemma.

Climbing a ladder in a dress was inconvenient after all, and before she could say anything, Leonard, with his arm around her slender waist, leaped up effortlessly.

His feet lightly bounced off the tree trunk a few times before he smoothly landed on the platform of the treehouse.

Vera landed gracefully, happily unlocking the door. With a “click,” the lights inside turned on, and she enthusiastically ushered him in, “Welcome~ Please come in~”

Leonard was instantly impressed as he looked around.

The interior was spacious, with two floors and a small loft above.

The decoration wasn’t excessively luxurious.

But it was very homey.

The study’s walls were lined with dark brown solid wood panels, carved with the Song Family’s crest and retro patterns; a vintage crystal chandelier hung from the center of the ceiling, colorful glass could be seen everywhere; several oil paintings hung on the walls; a black grand piano sat in a corner; there was also a cozy little fireplace…

The house was furnished with everything one might need, with an especially large number of Classic Books stacked like mountains.

Every detail held the tidy freshness of a young girl’s room.

Entering the house, Vera said, “Mr. Leonard Churchill is the first guest to visit my treehouse~”

Leonard felt honored.

He glanced at the titles of those classic books, a diverse range encompassing literature, art, finance, and Transcendent knowledge… The girl indeed loved to read.

Vera didn’t plan on staying on the first floor, saying, “The bedroom is on the second floor. Come on, I’ll show you.”

As she spoke, she picked up her dress and started clattering up the wooden staircase without turning back to signal for Leonard.

Only upon returning to her own cabin did she truly feel completely at ease.

Leonard followed her upstairs.

The second floor had large floor-to-ceiling windows, and being at the highest point of the forest, it offered an extremely open view.

Standing by the window, he could overlook almost the entire estate and even the brilliantly lit streets of Black Gold City in the distance.

Leonard couldn’t help but remark, “This house is quite nice.”

Though he had no particular demands for his lodgings, stepping into this cozy abode, he felt completely relaxed.

The house itself seemed to exude a comfortable air.

Upon hearing the praise, Vera’s face lit up with a radiant smile, and she playfully stuck out her tongue, “Really? That’s great if you like it. I was worried it might be too simple~”

“I designed the treehouse myself, and it took many years to gradually become what it is now. I spend most of my time here studying, playing the piano, daydreaming…”

Vera spoke and then, thinking of something else, added, “However, there are no maids here. I’m afraid Mr. Leonard Churchill will have to make do tonight.”

Leonard smiled, “It’s already very nice.”

He wasn’t so pampered as to need someone attending to him.

All he wanted was a quiet place for meditation and contemplation.

It was already late, and it wasn’t proper to chat any longer.

Vera, noticing the traces of battle under Leonard’s suit, pointed to the adjoining bathroom, “Would Mr. Leonard Churchill like to take a bath first? If you want to soak, there’s a bathtub inside. It’s not very big, but our Black Gold City’s mineral hot springs are quite famous and the treehouse is connected to the hot springs~”

Leonard accepted the offer without courtesy, “Alright.”

After his fight with Barre Shepherd earlier, he was sweated through and covered with dust.

He entered the bathroom and indeed saw a large bathtub.

Turning on the brass plumbing, warm spring water began flowing out.

Leonard stripped off his dirty clothes and rinsed his body.

Thinking that a soak wouldn’t be too bad, he relaxed into the bathtub.

However, before he had been soaking for long, there was a knock on the bathroom door.

Knock, knock, knock.

“Mr. Leonard Churchill, I’ve prepared a new bath towel for you. Shall I bring it in for you?”