Catastrophe Card King

Chapter 756: Chapter 244: A 3000-Year-Old Skeleton

Elder Clinton led Pigeon out of the pit.

This guy had probably just escaped from Bolton Town with the group from the Rose Chamber of Commerce.

However, he didn’t follow the survivors from the Rose Chamber of Commerce.

Perhaps he felt that since he didn’t know them well, they wouldn’t take him along,

or maybe he deemed it unsafe.

Now that the vampires were all killed, Leonard Churchill’s “strong thigh” was clearly revealed.

Leaving aside his other abilities, Elder Clinton’s skill at seeking advantage and avoiding harm always enabled him to make the most correct choice for survival.

Leonard watched Elder Clinton and then glanced at Pigeon, a hint of an unusual glint flickering in his eyes.

Since it was this respected senior who had taken the initiative to save them, he no longer worried that Pigeon’s Life Pattern wasn’t strong enough, which could bring about unfavorable consequences.

With that thought, Leonard said, “Thank you, senior, for lending a hand.”

Elder Clinton bared his yellow teeth in a mischievous grin and chuckled, “Oh my~you’re too kind. I just thought the lad was clever and lent a hand on impulse.”

Pigeon, standing by, felt a bit embarrassed and touched his head saying, “I tried to help by shooting the vampire earlier but failed to notice the danger…”

“Mm. It’s okay.”

Leonard gave the youngster an encouraging look—it was already quite commendable that he had fired a shot in that situation.

He wasn’t concerned with the specifics.

People whose fate it is not to die will surely not perish.

Instead, he found the old man’s assessment of Pigeon rather intriguing.

But this wasn’t a place to linger.

Without asking for details, Leonard moved on, then turned to ask, “Senior, where do you plan to go next?”

Elder Clinton countered with a question, “Where are you headed?”

Then, with the shrewd glint in his eye, he quickly added, “What I mean is, if you don’t mind, can the old man come along? It’s better to have more company on the road, isn’t it?”

“Mm. That’s what I was thinking too.”

Leonard replied with a meaningful smile.

He had been waiting for this exact response.

He didn’t know how much of Elder Clinton’s memory had come back, or if the old man even knew what his goal was.

Perhaps he just wanted to tag along for some free meals.

But the old man possessed a hidden “Halo of defying death,” always choosing the right direction.

Leonard directly proposed, “We’re planning to explore a Mine Vein; would senior like to join?”

Not only Elder Clinton, but Vera Williams was also surprised to hear this.

The Mithril Vein was of great importance, and she didn’t understand why Leonard would invite such a Divination old man.

Moreover, it could now be guessed that the vein was most likely related to this “Blood Plague Pollution Source,” and as such, bound to be extremely dangerous.

Why did he want to go now?

But Vera had come to trust Leonard implicitly; whatever he did, she wouldn’t question it.

So she stayed silent and didn’t interject.

Elder Clinton hesitated, “Are you going to explore the vein?”

Leonard: “If senior joins us, there’ll be enough bread to go around…”

Before he could finish, the old man slapped his thigh with enthusiasm, his mouth suddenly more articulate, “Let’s go! I’ve got nothing better to do, and where we go doesn’t really matter…”

As he spoke, he didn’t forget to showcase his worth, shamelessly adding, “Besides, this old man still knows a bit about mining.”

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Vera felt secondhand embarrassment from the comment.

Being of good heart, she didn’t mind an extra mouth to feed.

But weren’t you a Diviner, old man?

She had always doubted the reliability of his divination.

And now all of a sudden, he’s skilled in mining too?

Leonard, however, raised an eyebrow, “Oh? Then that couldn’t be better.”

He didn’t know why Elder Clinton was always swayed by small favors.

Others might be just boasting, but the old man’s claim of “mining” was likely true.

After all, he had lived for who knows how many years, and it was normal for him to possess some strange and rare knowledge.

…

With Elder Clinton joining the team, the group of four walked unhurriedly through the dim Underground Cave.

Vera, following Leonard’s suggestion, took out the Treasure Map to consult and even showed it to Elder Clinton.

Yet she still couldn’t grasp why they were sharing such an important item with an old man.

Elder Clinton, after looking at it, patted his chest claiming he could find it, and even took the initiative to lead the way for Pigeon.

Before long, the four of them followed the route on the map, delving into a wild underground stretch that had never been tread by others.

The plants in the Underground Cave, many of which glowed on their own—mushrooms, moss, trees, flowers, leaves, and even the bark emitted soft blue-green fluorescent light, like stars twinkling in the darkness, dreamlike and magical.

Then there were dark visual creatures hiding in the shadows, waiting for prey, whose movements occasionally caused slight tension among the group.

Vera and Leonard were walking behind.

For her, a Financial Conglomerate Elder Miss, the most dangerous adventure she had ever experienced was a wilderness test led by a group of teachers from the academy.

Now, exploring this pitch-black Underground Cave was a completely new experience for her.

But it seemed that with Leonard by her side, her pretty face showed no worry; instead, she found this adventurous experience to be a rare and valuable life lesson.

Having gone through a life-and-death experience previously, Vera had completely let go of any estrangement towards Leonard.

Not only flat paths were present in the Underground Cave, there were more steep Rock Walls and rugged mountain roads.

Many times, climbing was necessary.

Although Vera was a pampered Elder Miss, she showed no signs of fragility.

Most of the time, she managed just fine using Mechanical equipment to handle most of the challenges.

When she needed Leonard’s help to cross dangerous terrains, she would also boldly call out, “Mr. Leonard Churchill, I need help.”