Chapter 271: Chapter 118: Dice_2
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He seemed to be in high spirits, with none of the moroseness he had shown earlier visible on his face. All that was left was a hearty and buoyant smile.
Upon hearing about the prospect of drinking, Elder Clinton enthusiastically ran over, saying, “Alright.”
While speaking, Reuel Bible invited Leonard Churchill, “Brother here, would you like to join us for a drink?”
“Sure.”
Hearing the invitation, Leonard Churchill contemplated it for a moment, then walked over.
Together with the two assistants, the group of six who had earlier escaped the chaos sat around a makeshift table made from rotten wooden planks, drinking together.
Leonard Churchill initially didn’t want to associate with official figures, considering his identity as an “assassin .
However, the situation now was slightly tricky because he had an[Angel]in his possession.
If the other party had malicious intentions, he wasn’t sure he could escape.
But evidently, there were none.
Besides, Reuel Bible left a good impression on him.
Unreserved, bold, and upright.
He took interest in the current situation and decided to engage in it.
Another thing, Leonard Churchill was interested in the Evil Ghost Secret Skill and coveted the cross left in the camp.
The Light and Dark Cross stained with the sacred blood of an angel couldn’t be stored in storage space. Now that the angel was gone, this cross was not particularly useful to the Silver Moon Believers.
Probably because it was too heavy, they left it behind when they fled.
But after all, it was the spoils of war of Reuel Bible, who seemed to want to take it away as evidence.
Leonard Churchill figured that since he was invited for a drink, it should be possible to discuss things.
Once the six people sat down and poured the alcohol, they grabbed some jerky and other food, and casually chatted in the ruins.
Having shared in adversity, they were no longer strangers.
“Elder Clinton, where have you been all these years?
“You saved me once. In an alternate dimension. You were the one who taught me the secret skill of hiding the head in the crotch…”
“Have you remembered what it was you were supposed to find? Maybe I can help a little now.”
“You’ve forgotten it all?”
Now that the situation was no longer critical, they had the leisure to chat about irrelevant things.
Reuel Bible intended to catch up with Elder Clinton.
The others around were also curious about their relationship.
But from their conversation, they learned that Elder Clinton had forgotten everything.
The old man seemed to have very serious age-related memory loss, forgetting almost all memories that went back more than a year.
Through their conversation, Leonard Churchill also learned why Elder Clinton had been frantically running through various alternate dimensions.
It wasn’t for treasure hunting, nor was it for survival.
It was to find something.
They originally thought it was some hard-to-find treasure.
But what surprised everyone was that Elder Clinton himself did not remember what that “thing” was.
He only knew that it was something important.
Twenty years ago, when he met Reuel Bible, he was looking for it.
And he is still looking for it now.
It seemed like he had forgotten something very important in the river of time, and he wanted to find it back.
He not only forgot about Reuel Bible, but he had even forgotten his own name. Yet, the only thing he didn’t forget was that he had to find that important “thing”.
Even the ability to hand-draw curses was not something he genuinely remembered.
Instead, it was more like muscle memory imprinted in his soul, instinctively used in critical situations.
It would seem that Elder Clinton wasn’t concerned with the past but rather his cup of drink.
A lot of things had to be recalled with the help of the boy named “Colin”. The boy was an orphan that Elder Clinton had encountered in Sinless City. Elder Clinton was alone and forlorn, but the boy didn’t mind and became his follower.
The boy became his “memo book”.
While listening to Elder Clinton’s story, Leonard Churchill was both amazed and felt a pang of melancholy.
The majority of the conversation was between Reuel Bible and Elder Clinton, with the others hardly saying a word.
Leonard Churchill also sat in a corner.
At this moment, Reuel Bible raised his glass towards Leonard Churchill.
He didn’t give off any oppressive aura that a master would, but smiled affably, “May I know your name, brother?”
“Leonard Churchill.”
Leonard Churchill didn’t attempt to hide his identity.
Hearing that, Reuel Bible broke out into a hearty laugh, “Brother Leonard Churchill, you are really formidable. I knew you were no ordinary man when I met you in Sinless City last time. Indeed, my judgment was right….” Although he didn’t explicitly mention the assassination, it was implied.
After all, surviving the War Mode that had wiped out three hundred members of the Fierce Beast Legion must have been a difficult storyline.
However, he survived, and that was true strength.
Leonard Churchill was surprised at this official’s lack of interest in the details of the assassination, but instead focused on this matter.
But he shook his head at these words, saying, “You think too highly of me.” This was not a mere modest statement.
Before others, he felt his words held no fault.
But at this table, he dared not boast.
Not to mention Reuel Bible and the mysterious Elder Clinton, even the two young assistants didn’t seem simple to him.
The only one he thought he had a read on, was probably the boy named Colin. Even when probing, Reuel Bible was frank and straightforward.
This time, he asked, “I am just very curious; if you aren’t part of the Thirteen Masked Knights, who do you really work for?”
As an official, many things still needed to be investigated.
Leonard Churchill replied, “I don’t work for anyone. I’m a lone hunter.”
“A lone hunter?”
Hearing these words, Reuel Bible gave him a long look, revealing a trace of surprise in his eyes.
One should know that a Curse Card Master’s power is accumulated from resources, including the Demon Mark, Breathing Method, martial skills, equipment, and so forth.
For a lone traveler without a faction, no matter how talented they may be, it would be difficult for them to go far..