Chapter 743: Chapter 240 Poker Round: Four Kings Carry the Coffin (Requesting Monthly Tickets)_4


    The girl’s expression was full of confusion, and she glanced sideways at Leonard Churchill, only to find that he had fallen into a profound contemplation.


    For a moment, no one spoke in the tent.


    After a while, Leonard Churchill shook his head in self-mockery, waving away those thoughts that he could not comprehend at the moment, and bowed, “Thank you for your guidance, elder.”


    Elder Clinton looked completely at ease, embodying the demeanor of a sage.


    But in the next instant, the smugness in his eyes and the small gesture of rubbing his hands together completely shattered that demeanor.


    His expression genuinely conveyed his thoughts: Look, you seem pleased, shouldn’t there be an extra charge?


    ....


    Leonard Churchill was familiar with the old man’s character and simply smiled, nodding at Vera Williams, “Could you give the elder another piece of bread?”


    Not too much, just enough will do.


    The old man did like to take advantage of small gains, but he wasn’t really concerned about money.


    What he was looking for was something specific.


    Vera Williams also obediently took out another piece of bread.


    Seeing that his two guests were so generous, Elder Clinton couldn’t help but be overly pleased as he reached out and grabbed the bread.


    But at that very moment of reaching out, a special wound was revealed from under his sleeve, two blood holes, like those inflicted by a venomous snake, but larger.


    Leonard Churchill suddenly realized something and asked, “Elder, have you been bitten by a vampire?”


    Elder Clinton’s face showed instant panic, hurriedly covering his sleeve: “Don’t go around spreading rumors, I... I... I haven’t turned into a monster.”


    Leonard Churchill saw the old man’s fear of trouble and, rather than worrying, he said with a light laugh, “Elder, we mean no harm. I just wanted to say, if you... you need more food, you can tell me.”


    He wasn’t worried that the old man would die.


    If anyone was to die, it certainly wouldn’t be him.


    But he was curious, wasn’t it said that being bitten would turn one into a vampire?


    Why hadn’t the old man turned?


    And on second thought regarding the bread, it seemed like just eating more of it sufficed?


    Of course, Leonard Churchill also thought it was normal not to change; vampires were perhaps not more mysterious than this man.


    Vera Williams, who was by his side, realized upon hearing this that the situation was far from simple.


    She had first-hand experience of the horror of those vampires.


    This elder... had actually been bitten?


    Yet seeing Leonard Churchill’s still nonchalant expression, Vera Williams suppressed the urge to immediately leave the tent.


    Upon hearing Leonard Churchill’s words, Elder Clinton’s shrewd eyes darted around, as if he was undergoing a complex internal struggle.


    Seeing that Leonard Churchill and his companion meant no harm, he finally explained, “Oh, sorry, I did indeed... encounter a little accident. But I don’t remember how I got this wound. I just heard yesterday that people bitten by monsters in the refugee camp might contract the plague, so I was worried you might misunderstand...”


    “...”


    Upon hearing this, Leonard Churchill wasn’t surprised.


    Elder Clinton’s frequent memory loss was nothing out of the ordinary.


    But as previously suspected, Elder Clinton’s presence here was bound to be no simple matter.


    Thinking it was a good time to ask about the contamination source, Leonard Churchill asked, “Elder, do you have any idea what’s the deal with that ‘vampire’?”


    Thinking of this, Vera’s face became a mask of worry.


    Even deep meditation didn’t yield an answer, and she could only ask, “Mr. Leonard Churchill, do you know the old gentleman just now?”


    Leonard was pondering the same issues.


    What he found most perplexing was, what had bitten Elder Clinton?


    Although the bite was definitely not fatal, anything that could bite the old man surely wasn’t ordinary.


    Hearing Vera’s question, he nodded, “Mm.”


    Considering they were already involved, Leonard said directly, “That senior is a quite formidable authority.”


    “Ah?”


    Vera was extremely surprised when she heard this; she could never have imagined that the diviner who looked like a charlatan would be a respected figure.


    She wouldn’t have believed it coming from someone else, but it was Leonard who had spoken.


    Vera’s expression became even more curious.


    If he was indeed a respected figure, did that mean there was a real problem with the mine vein she was about to acquire?


    Leonard knew what she was thinking and said with a reassuring smile, “Don’t worry. If something really happens, we’ll solve it then.”


    The divination earlier wasn’t completely incomprehensible to him.


    But at least one conclusion was clear: At his current level, he was not capable of changing fate.


    That meant, very likely, this young miss of the Song Family would live to see a hundred years hence.


    So what was there to worry about?


    Looking at Leonard’s expression, Vera pouted slightly, “Oh.”


    ...


    The two returned to the tent and continued to hide among the refugees.


    Though they had gathered some intelligence, there was nothing they could do at the moment.


    Vera’s plan was still to wait for the Federation to bring back the Lordship transfer files and to take up the position of the Lord of Bolton Town first;


    By that time, the reinforcements sent by the Song Family would probably have arrived as well.


    This young lady from a financial conglomerate and Leonard stayed cooped up in the tent without complaints, gradually getting used to it.


    Besides meditating and gathering intel, their days were relatively calm.


    But gradually, the number of refugees in Bolton Town increased.


    It was said that there had been a significant shift in the warzone, and the conflict between Count Fremont and Councilor Boen seemed headed for a resolution.


    Count Fremont appeared to be on the verge of collapse.


    Leonard also noticed that the refugee camp clearly had some deserting soldiers and some purposeful individuals.


    Until the fifth day, when a major problem arose.


    Leonard saw the corpses of the trio from the X Bureau that he had encountered before in the Slum District.


    Someone had killed agents of the X Bureau!


    The death of three people was a minor matter, but the implicated consequences were significant.


    The trio had come to investigate the “vampire incident”, and their deaths implied that the plague contamination had spiraled out of control!


    PS. Asking for a wave of guaranteed monthly tickets, thank you everyone, please.