Chapter 312: Chapter 129 Assassination_3
Translator: 549690339
When Lord Nine Brown left, there were only three people left in the room.
It was as if an invisible pressure had disappeared.
Only then did Leonard Churchill realise that despite the seemingly easy-going old man, his departure revealed the immense pressure he had been exerting.
He looked thoughtful.
At this time, however, Seven Brown drew close, speared a large piece of meat with a fork, and placed it on Leonard’s plate, reminding him, “Eat more.” Leonard didn’t stand on ceremony and gorged himself: “Thank you.”
The issue of the Profession Card was resolved, and there were clues about the Breathing Method.
He was in high spirits.
The food tasted good, and besides, he needed a lot of nutrition to maintain the ancestral growth of his muscles.
After all the business was discussed, Seven Brown asked with anticipation, “Leonard, shall we go to the workshop after dinner?”
Leonard nodded, “Hmm.”
Waiting for the right time to find Master Merlin, this time was perfect to continue digesting those ancient documents.
But not far away, Sophia Jones looked at Seven Brown with an air of helplessness, saying, “Rita, you’re not young anymore. Don’t always stay in the workshop messing with your machines. Go out with Leonard more.”
Seven Brown thought she meant arranging for entertainment, so she replied, “I took him out to the Flood Gang yesterday. He didn’t seem too interested.”
As she spoke, she didn’t forget to add, “Isn’t that right, Leonard?”
Sophia Jones gave her a blank look at her words.
Seven Brown didn’t quite understand the look, but she noticed that Leonard didn’t seem to like staying in the Flood Gang.
Without him, it would be impossible for her to decipher those Mechanical Drawings.
Thinking that both her brother and the drawings were important, she said, “Let’s just go to the studio. If you want to relax later, I’ll call some beauties up for you!”
Leonard had gotten used to such uncouth words and just laughed and said nothing.
Sophia Jones watched, her eyes full of helplessness.
Which young woman, when entertaining a guest, would keep arranging for beauties to help them relax?
Seven Brown seemed completely oblivious and added, “Aunt Jones, don’t worry, I’ve got everything under control!”
After dinner, she couldn’t wait to take Leonard up the lift to the eleventh-floor workshop.
As Sophia watched the two leave, she sighed slightly and went up to the thirteenth floor.
Lord Nine Brown was standing in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the brightly lit Downing Street and the dock leading to the Old Continent in the distance.
“What do you think of the young man?”
“He’s quite promising.”
“I was impressed too. If something were to happen to the Flood Gang, Rita would have another reliable friend.”
“I heard the Lionheart Family has visited before?”
“Yes. They seem to have gotten wind of the ‘King’s Key’ and are after it.”
“Only a handful of us knew the secret, now that it’s leaked out, it’s hard to predict what will happen. These politicians from the Federation are no simpletons…”
In front of the glass window, both their expressions were very solemn.
Leonard Churchill and Seven Brown stayed in the Machinery Workshop for a whole day and night.
Except for using the restroom, the two were practically inseparable.
Leonard knew he wouldn’t be staying at Flood Gang for long, so he spent some time compiling a dictionary of ancient Tarun languages.
Seven Brown cherished it like a treasure and dove headfirst into the ocean of mechanical knowledge.
Sophia Jones did come by twice during this time.
But seeing the pair so immersed in the ancient texts, she said nothing.
She even brought some complete collections of ancient texts from Flood Gang, about Spells, about cards.
These were rare editions, so unique they couldn’t be bought.
Leonard felt like he gained a lot from this.
And good news followed.
The next day, a precise message came from Lord Nine Brown’s end – an appointment had been made with Master Merlin.
Thus, Leonard and Seven Brown did not continue to stay in the room, they left Flood Gang.
On this day.
At Grove Street in South City District.
In the dark, two figures slid down the pipeline on steel cables, quickly arriving at a giant discarded sewer pipe entrance.
Surrounding them were giant pipes, remnants of the city’s sewage system left behind a thousand years ago.
Seven Brown lit the lamp, looked around, and said, “This should be the place.”
Leonard Churchill also surveyed the surroundings. The gilded spire of the Hunter’s Association headquarters towered more than a hundred meters above their heads.
The tower above was buzzing with activity.
But, there was almost no one in the dark, hundred-meter-tall area below.
Apart from the rustling noise of mice, there was almost no sound.
If it weren’t for Lord Nine Brown’s guidance, Leonard would never have guessed that the meeting place Master Merlin had arranged was here.
He looked at the time on his pocket watch. It was exactly six o’clock.
The agreed-upon time was seven.
Seven Brown found a clean spot to sit down and fearing that Leonard might become restless from waiting, he brought up, “The old man said, that Master Merlin is a bit eccentric, we should be careful not to offend him. Make sure not to be late, otherwise, you definitely won’t be able to see him.”
“Hmm.”
Leonard Churchill was not worried.
It wouldn’t have been normal if a master didn’t have an eccentric temperament.
He was well aware of the effort Lord Nine Brown had put into arranging this meeting.
So they did not dare to be careless and arrived an hour early.
The orange alchemy lamp illuminated a corner. The two of them did not sit idle. Seven Brown took out the notes he had recorded over the past two days and began to read them.
Leonard, on the other hand, began his daily training.
He did a set of Wolf Fang Wind Fist to warm up his body.
While practicing, an eerie field of force appeared around Leonard, and his muscles began to bulge.
That Power Gem Golden Sphere was now his best training partner.
Infuse it with curse power, and you can achieve super-weight.
He has been practicing with it recently and grew proficient in it, so he embedded the gem into his inner armor so it was always readily available.
The two of them grew closer, and after getting familiar with each other’s temperaments, Leonard didn’t bother to avoid Seven Brown.
Seven Brown watched Leonard go through his moves, marvelling, “Leonard, I just realized you spend your time meditating, reading, or training every day. Don’t you have any other hobbies?”
The more time she spent with him, the more she realized he was different from other people.
Most of the people she saw in the gang were living in a dream, indulging in base desires.
So, seeing someone with absolute discipline was quite unusual for her.
Seven Brown thought of these past few days, of the attractive girls at the Flood Gang, the guy didn’t even try to approach them. So she asked directly, “Are you really not interested in women?”
To which Leonard simply responded, “I am.”
Seven Brown believed him, but mumbled to herself, “So… ah, are you only interested in someone as attractive as Aunt Jones?”
Leonard: “…”
Seven Brown shrugged, “Ah… I can’t help you with that.”
Leonard: “…”
Seven Brown didn’t speak any further on this subject.
After pondering for a moment, she looked at Leonard’s intense punches again and exclaimed, “Leonard, I just realized how strong you really are. No wonder you were able to easily kill that second-tier Curse Witch.”
Leonard also managed to squeeze in a response while practicing, “The potential of machinery is limitless. If you study carefully, you might be able to rival top-level card masters.”
“Hmm, I think so too!”
Seven Brown nodded seriously.
She found Leonard appealing, not just because he once saved her life.
Even more so because he was someone who could truly understand the intricacies of machinery like she does.
At this moment, Seven Brown thought of something and asked excitedly, “By the way, Leonard, how strong are you now? Can you kill the underground fist king, Abel?”
Leonard thought for a moment before responding, “I should be more or less on par.”
Hearing this, Seven Brown immediately became interested, “How about we deal with that guy someday? I heard from Fatty Williams that Great Ivan’s convoy was robbed again recently. Even though they didn’t catch anyone, I suspect that Abel tasted the sweetness of it and is secretly causing trouble.”
The two major gangs have now signed a ceasefire agreement, and all overt conflicts have ceased.
But obviously, someone is still causing trouble in secret.
Hearing this, Leonard readily agreed, “Fine.”
Not to mention the Breathing Method.
He was also interested in challenging a strong opponent.
Abel was very strong, especially his deadly fighting techniques honed in death matches, and his curse power-infused air skills for body protection were all top tier among the second tier.
If it were a friendly competition, his chances of winning would be three to seven.
He had a three, and Abel had a seven.
If they really fought to the death, it would be an even fifty-fifty split.
But it was precisely because the opponent was strong, and posed a lethal threat, that Leonard found it meaningful.