Chapter 706: Chapter 232 Vera Williams


    “Hey, Pigeon, don’t waste your good black bread on this guy. He’s been unconscious all day; he’s surely not going to make it.”No?v(el)B\\jnn


    “But he’s clearly still alive. It’s just a piece of bread, I’m a child, I can’t eat that much anyway. And moreover, our black bread was a charitable gift from the distinguished young miss of the Rose Chamber of Commerce. If I can use it to save someone else, that’s all the better.”


    “Oh, you naive fool! Wouldn’t it be better to trade the remaining half of the bread for a few copper coins? You’ll regret it when you’re hungry yourself.”


    “Not at all. Huh, this mister is awake!”


    “...”


    Leonard Churchill had been awake for some time.


    But he was in a terrible state.


    Like severe seasickness, his mind was groggy and hazy.


    He vaguely felt as if it had rained, wet and rather cold.


    Someone had pried open his mouth, pouring some sticky mush inside.


    Oh, that taste... it was awful.


    It was as if hot water had soaked the black bread.


    That was Leonard’s least favorite way to eat black bread.


    But his body desperately needed energy, and the rich scent of the wheat made it seem like the most delicious thing he had eaten in his life.


    It wasn’t until just now that his consciousness had finally returned to his body.


    Leonard opened his eyes.


    He saw a pair of pure, wide eyes staring at him with surprise: “Sir, you’re awake?”


    ...


    “Have I traveled through time again?”


    That was the first reaction in Leonard’s mind.


    Just like when he crossed into the Alternate Dimension, he woke to find his body in a terrible state.


    His whole body was weak and feeble, his robust muscles seemed drained, his skinniness visible to the naked eye.


    And he was naked.


    But his skin was delicate, his eyes bright and clear, without the numbness to suffering, perhaps because he hadn’t been a beggar for long.


    “So he saved me, then...”


    Leonard’s thoughts became increasingly clear.


    Although his body didn’t need to be saved and wouldn’t die off so easily.


    Still, it was a good thing.


    “Thank you.”


    His body desperately needed energy. He weakly uttered a word of thanks and took the piece of bread from the boy’s hand, biting off a small piece.


    The crumbs of bread dissolved in his mouth into maltose, the sweet malt flavor spreading wildly all over.


    The supplement of glucose quickly gave his brain the energy to think again.


    ....


    Leonard lay there for another ten minutes or so before he finally recalled what had happened.


    Before he lost consciousness, he was supposed to be in the Flood Gang, reading a letter from a mysterious pen pal.


    Then he was swept away by a mysterious force and lost consciousness.


    “This... I seem to have been transported here by that Disaster Object, the Super Spacetime Postage Stamp? And the negative status on me might be erosion from the Space Law?”


    He figured out what had happened.


    But it was strange, what exactly was the situation?


    Others can’t take away the Clown mask, so it seems that his “body” was transported here.


    Hence, nothing like the Storage Ring and other external objects came with him.


    Not to mention he was butt naked.


    Since he didn’t die, laughter spilled from Leonard’s eyes.


    He was quite interested in this kind of magical encounter, speculating in his heart: “That Stamp could actually transport people away? So, where exactly have I been transported to now?”


    Having eaten the last bit of bread, he felt he finally had the strength to talk.


    He looked at the boy next to him and asked, “What’s your name?”


    The boy said, “Everyone calls me ‘Pigeon’, so you can call me that too, sir.”