CATASTROPHE CARD KING

Chapter 909: Chapter 283: Airel Ancient Dragon Empire

The three played poker all afternoon, talking about a lot.

Leonard Churchill didn’t stay much longer and left the screenwriter’s warehouse.

With the situation as it was, the Old Continent could be blockaded by the Federation at any time.

He had no intention of being trapped on the East Continent.

However, before that, he planned to take a look inside Flood Gang.

Leonard Churchill was a traveler from another world, having spent time in Sinless City, so he had nothing on the East Continent that he couldn’t part with.

But if there was something he had to do before leaving the East Continent,

it was to say goodbye to Vera Williams.

His original plan had been to attend her funeral, but it looked like he might have to leave ahead of schedule.

…

Flood Gang was still bustling with activity.

It was the most upscale entertainment venue in Sinless City, a melting pot of dragons and snakes.

Apart from the wealthy who came for entertainment, it was also a gathering place for information merchants with sensitive news and those seeking information.

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The news of “Flying Dragon Attacks the City” was like a bombshell, detonating throughout Sinless City.

Even in the lobby at the moment, people gathered in small groups, discussing rumors about Cross New City and the Great Dragon.

Leonard Churchill walked along, listening as he went.

There were all kinds of versions of the information.

The vast majority of people didn’t know what had happened.

They were unaware that the very existence of the Card Master Federation was hanging by a thread.

Even for those who knew the truth, this sort of news seemed far from urgent to the people at the bottom.

Even if the Federation collapsed, to most people, it seemed that they’d simply be getting a different oppressor.

To those people, whether the new ruler was a senator or a king didn’t seem to make much difference.

There were even many opportunists awaiting the chances that chaos would bring.

All sorts of rumors flew wildly.

Leonard Churchill now understood what Noah Wright had said before.

Mankind’s joys and sorrows do not empathize; people in different positions, from different cognizant groups, see things differently, each intertwined with their own lines of destiny.

Leonard Churchill continued walking out.

He looked at the ebb and flow of people in Flood Gang and fell into a strange state.

What was a normally lively scene now made him feel like an “outsider.”

Watching those strangers was like watching a movie.

He observed everything with a cold detachment.

He had already gotten the hang of the Fifty-two Demon God Secret Skill “I am the world.”

At this moment, through Leonard Churchill’s eyes, it seemed as if each person was linked with colorful threads.

These threads showed where they came from and where they were heading.

These were the threads called “fate.”

Fate was like a line and also like a chain.

It was both determinism and variability.

Many people can never step out of that line in their lifetimes.

If you see the cause, you can inevitably perceive the corresponding effect.

For instance,

the woman at one o’clock, wearing high heels and thick makeup, with only arrogance and the ceiling in her brows. When she stepped with her left foot upon the step, it was destined that on her seventh left footstep, she would step on a glass marble, presumably left there by a naughty child on the stairs, trip over it, and with a startled cry…

The drinker at twelve o’clock would be distracted by her cry, and in that moment of distraction, he would turn the corner and bump into a man in a suit…

He might say, “Sorry, sorry,”…

The man bumped into, a gentleman, would respond with an elegant smile.

This thought flashed through Leonard Churchill’s mind.

And then the scene unfolded before his eyes.

The woman stepped on the marble, her body unstable, she cried out with a sharp “ah,” and the hem of her skirt revealed more than intended; the drinker who turned at the sound widened his eyes, and just as he was distracted, he turned the corner and bumped into another guest; the drinker quickly apologized, “Sorry, sorry,” and the gentleman replied with a smile…

Leonard Churchill passed by just then, the scene reflecting in his eyes like a film being rewound.

Every scene seemed as if it had already taken place in his mind.

Only then did he understand Noah Wright’s phrase “as if the past were in my eyes, history is repeating itself like the morning” meant.

This wasn’t “prophecy.”

It was “deduction.”

As long as you could clearly see each of those threads of fate, you could deduce a great many inevitable “effects” and backtrack to many of the “causes” that led to those results.

Not a single thread of fate existed alone.

It was bound to intertwine with other threads.

The more interwoven the fate threads, the more variables there were to deduce.

“So that’s how it is…”

A murmur passed through Leonard Churchill’s mind.

As Sophia Jones had said, the rules of the world have always been there.

The difference was the lack of “observation” before.

Once one grasped “I am the world,” the world seen through one’s eyes truly changed.

In Leonard Churchill’s eyes now, the world had a pattern like the veins of leaves,

becoming clearer and clearer.

…

Ascending the floors, Leonard Churchill happened to encounter Mr. Dove, a silver-haired but sprightly old man, in the elevator.

The elder seemed to have anticipated his arrival, waiting a while, he greeted, “Mr. Leonard Churchill, you’ve arrived.”

Leonard Churchill responded with a polite smile, “Mr. Dove, you were waiting here for me?”

Mr. Dove: “Yes. I guessed you would come to bid farewell to Miss before heading to the continent. So I’ve been waiting for you here.”

“…”

Leonard Churchill nodded silently.

Though he asked, the moment he saw the old gentleman by the elevator, he had already deduced the reason.

The two went up to the top floor.

There Vera Williams had left no body; her coffin only contained some Relics from her life.

The coffin would be sent back to Black Gold City, to be buried on the rose-covered hill behind Safflower Manor.

Leonard Churchill spent half an hour alone in the room.

After bidding farewell to Miss Anne,

he walked out.

And by coincidence, just as he was about to take the elevator, he ran into Lew Williams, who was leading his fiancée upstairs.

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