Catastrophe Card King

Two days had passed in a blink.

The attempted assassination of Young Master Kane escalated, with the hunters at the Thunderbolt Fortress growing increasingly dissatisfied.

The hunters could not go back now, and those who had returned from the ruins were all accumulating in the camp, the number of people was increasing.

Not only the hunters were trapped, but also some special individuals.

Inside a small building owned by the Commerce Guild in the camp.

A mysterious woman, her face veiled in black, stood by the window, gazing at the busy camp below. Her eyes, as silver as the moon, were shining brightly.

And behind her stood an old man enveloped in Death Air, his back was hunched.

Watching the Lionheart Family’s people who were still scouring in the distance, the silver-eyed woman mumbled to herself, “It’s a pity, it’s rare for a high-ranking nobility to come from the Sinless City. We originally planned to use Young Master Kane to get close to the higher-ups of the Lionheart family, but I didn’t expect that just after completing the disguise, he was killed…”

Hearing this, the hunchbacked old man responded in a hoarse voice: “The nobles coming down from Sinless City are increasing. In the future, there may not be a lack of opportunity.”

After a pause, he continued: “On the other hand, those guys from the X Bureau are relentless. They’ve already started investigating the Commerce Guild yesterday and might have found some issues. If we don’t get rid of them, they will keep causing us trouble.”

Silver-eyed woman: “Then let’s kill all of them. The last piece of the sealed artifact has been found, and the prohibitions on the Four Pillar Seals have basically been lifted. It doesn’t matter if we are exposed now. The Crying Angels still need some nourishment of souls, let’s sacrifice all those people in the camp. Making a move now will attract the attention of the Federation’s higher-ups, which is exactly what the ‘Thirteen Masked Riders’ can do.”

The hunchbacked old man: “Mmm.”

Walking leisurely on the camp’s streets was Leonard Churchill.

Other than training and learning in his tent every day, he would also go for a walk when the tavern was busiest in the evening to catch up on the news.

The tavern was still the most crowded and lively place in the camp.

Leonard crowded into the Hunter’s Tavern, just like the previous two days.

Then sat down in a corner at the bar and ordered a beer.

Without any new supplies these past two days, the price of beer had almost gone up tenfold.

This had already become a luxury good that the ordinary hunters couldn’t afford.

Leonard sat at the bar, sipping his beer, listening to the news as usual.

Most of the hunter’s discussions were still about the old news of Young Master Kane’s assassination attempt, mixed in with all kinds of unverifiable rumors.

Leonard listened for a long time, and the only credible information he received was that the Federal Military personnel would probably arrive tomorrow.

It was said that an important person from the Lionheart Family would also come.

The hunters reacted pessimistically and rejected this news.

After all, these high-ranking nobles were not friendly to the commoners.

Previously, Young Master Kane had killed hundreds of innocent people just to find an assassin.

No one knew what would happen once the people of the Lionheart Family arrived.

But there was nothing they could do.

For the majority of hunters, their current situation was like being stranded on a deserted island. Blindly charging into the unexplored Old Continent was like venturing into the sea on a raft, the risks wildly exceeded staying in camp.

There was also some information about pioneering.

A hunter group found several new alternate dimensions deep in the ruins that no one had yet returned from alive.

Some guessed it might be the new War Mode space.

The news was numerous and miscellaneous.

Leonard sat there, sipping his drink from time to time.

He sat for nearly an hour.

After listening and hearing nothing more valuable, he was ready to leave.

But at that moment, three people suddenly entered the tavern.

A burly middle-aged man in a leather jacket led the way, followed by a young man and a woman.

All three had their faces covered with bandanas and the two behind had their bodies cloaked in deer hide.

Leonard found these three curiously familiar.

Although dressed as hunters, they didn’t seem to be low-level hunters.

The three headed for the bar.

The man in the jacket waved at the bartender and said, “Three beers.”

As soon as he spoke, Leonard recognized the rough voice and was surprised, “The three from the X Bureau?”

At that moment, he finally knew where that familiar feeling came from.

Weren’t these the same three who pursued the Plague Doctor, Hensen, during the raid on the Silver Moon Sect’s base in the Sinless City?

He remembered the man in the jacket was called Reuel Bible, wasn’t he?

His memory was pretty good.

After all, he got the scalpel smoothly thanks to this man’s promise.

But why were they here at the Thunderbolt Fortress ruins?

These official investigators, who belonged to a structured system, didn’t need to risk hunting in the ruins to make a living.

In an instant, Leonard thought of something else, “They couldn’t be here chasing the Silver Moon Sect, could they?”

His thoughts shifted and it seemed quite possible.

Last time, it was.

This time, it would likely be the same.

Furthermore, Leonard suspected that the Silver Moon Sect might really come to these ruins.

The God worshipped by the Devil Camp in the previous ‘Outpost Battle’ alternate dimension was Arachne, the ‘Lord of Dreams and Pleasure’.

This was the same Ancient God worshipped by the Silver Moon Sect!

Leonard himself had seen the altar and the statues. The remnants in that space were far more complete than the half-baked Silver Moon Sect here..