Catastrophe Card King-Chapter 897 - 279: Yes, I am the Pursuer of Light_3

Chapter 897: Chapter 279: Yes, I am the Pursuer of Light_3

Upon seeing this, Leonard Churchill had confirmed the “wisdom enhancement” he had obtained was indeed real. He muttered to himself, “I really owe Master Merlin a huge favor…”

With that thought, he remarked with a sense of amazement, “But then again, it seems that card masters on the path of wisdom really do have such powerful learning abilities. No wonder those Scholars are known as walking libraries…”

Lost in thought, Leonard had even begun to consider his future occupation advancement options, which might involve exploring ways to increase his wisdom.

His thoughts shifted, and he found himself immersed in efficient meditation and studying.

….

Several days flashed by.

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After the battle of the “Divine Ruins Treasure House,” only one in a hundred citizens of Sinless City remained.

This startled countless opportunists and hunters keen on making a fortune on the Old Continent, and for a moment, the bustling Sinless City turned quiet.

But as news spread across the Federation of survivors gaining advanced legacies from the treasure house, tales of sudden riches were splashed across newspapers, swiftly drawing throngs of Adventurers again.

Furthermore, the “seventh tier” had shifted from legend to reality, and the strategic value of the Old Continent was extraordinary.

The five great Senators of the Federation and the influential powers, realizing the opportunity was not to be missed, increased their investments one after another, and countless official Hunting Teams and mercenaries began to arrive in droves.

In just a few days, Sinless City had regained its former liveliness.

Leonard had originally planned to stay in the basement for a few more days.

However, he hadn’t expected that the ruins where he was hiding would catch the eye of a group of real estate developers; the roar of steam machinery disrupted his dedicated practice.

Fortunately, his realm was mostly stabilized, and Leonard felt it was time for him to go out for a breath of fresh air.

Before long, Leonard arrived at Downing Street.

This entertainment district was even more prosperous than before.

The streets were bustling with people, and vehicles moved like a flowing river.

But most were unfamiliar faces.

Previously, Downing Street was under the control of the Brotherhood and the established Gangs of Sinless City. Now, it was hard to spot a familiar face.

But there were advantages, too.

The original status quo had been completely shattered, and now more uniformed Security Officers appeared on the streets.

Sinless City had transformed from a lawless den of crime into a stable and bustling metropolis.

As he walked, Leonard found himself outside No. 1 Downing Street without realizing it.

Flood Gang was still as bustling and lively as ever.

Looking at the familiar Flood Gang, Leonard’s eyes deepened in thought.

He walked inside.

The hall was just as lively with performances, still showcasing the Royal Dance Troupe.

However, most of the performers on stage were new faces.

This made Leonard feel as if much time had passed, and things were no longer the same.

He had no idea where to go.

Aimlessly, he found himself backstage.

The familiar pathway, the familiar lead make-up room.

Leonard saw a familiar figure.

“Oh, Monica, you’re really too beautiful today. Sorry I’ve been so busy lately. I don’t even know why my great-grandmother left the family business in Sinless City entirely in my hands. Moreover, I have to return to Black Gold City in a month to attend the family council,” said the plump man.

“I know you love dance and performance, and even though you accepted my proposal, I won’t interfere with any of your decisions. What I mean is, we could go back together this time, I believe we will definitely receive the blessings of the elders in our family…”

“…”

Leonard glanced over.

Lew Williams, in a crisp suit, his slicked hair shining under the light, looked decidedly sharp.

Seeing him dressed so formally, Leonard guessed that the plump man had begun to take on high-level management responsibilities within the Song Family and would gradually take over the entire family.

And it seemed his affair of the heart was also going well.

Miss Monica, whom he had previously seen in the Mysterious Realm, did not reject him again and spoke with deep affection.

Leonard glanced over and smiled slightly.

Although Monica’s identity was uncertain, since Lew Williams knew, Leonard had no desire to pry.

It was enough to simply offer his good wishes.

Leonard walked past the makeup room, unsure of where to go next.

Vera Williams was gone, Sophia Jones had probably gone to the Old Continent, and Tracy Garcia—he did not know where she went after seeing her mother…

Leonard then realized that in the Flood Gang, there weren’t many friends left to find.

He was about to leave when, as if guided by a mysterious force, he found himself wandering to the warehouse.

It was also behind the stage, a quiet area with a few small rooms.

Without knowing why, Leonard had come here.

He was about to walk away when, just as he passed one of the storerooms filled with stage props, he suddenly stopped.

A sign hung on the door: Scriptwriter’s Office.

The door was ajar, and Leonard caught a glimpse, then stood rooted to the spot.

He looked around the room, where under the subdued orange light, a plainly dressed guy was engrossed in scribbling on a script.

The man seemed to sense something, looked up, and flashed a faint smile, as if he had seen someone familiar.

Leonard Churchill’s pupils shrank suddenly: “Noah Wright?”

No.

To be precise, the person before him was not the Noah Wright he knew.

He had never imagined he would encounter him here.

And he certainly hadn’t expected the famed leader of the Thirteen Masked Knights, the “Pursuer of Light,” to be an inconspicuous screenwriter at the Federation Royal Dance Troupe.

…

Leonard Churchill walked in, staring at the thin and haggard Mushroomhead with a complex expression on his face.

It seemed to be the person he knew.

Yet, there was also a feeling of unfamiliarity.

It was like a familiar soul was wrapped in a familiar body. Both were familiar, but when put together, they somehow felt strange.

Moreover, he had clearly seen “Mushroomhead” die in the Mysterious Realm before.

Noah Wright was quite nonchalant: “Please, take a seat. The accommodations here are a bit poor. Would you like some tea?”

As he spoke, he had already poured a cup of hot tea, “This is all I have, tea from the south, ‘Red Plum Tea,’ pretty good.”

Leonard accepted the tea cup: “Thank you.”

After serving the tea, Mushroomhead picked up his fountain pen again, “Just wait a moment. This script is for the dance troupe’s use tomorrow. I need to make some changes. Oh, the new stage director doesn’t understand art at all, he messed up my script…”

“Sure, you go ahead.”

Leonard Churchill listened without speaking.

He just silently watched Mushroomhead, resembling an ordinary screenwriter, frowning as he modified some text on a script that had been scribbled on many times over.

Although Leonard had guessed that Mushroomhead’s Professional Sequence was likely that of a Bard, he truly hadn’t expected his real job to be a screenwriter.

A few minutes later, Noah Wright finished writing, happily snapping his fountain pen shut: “Done!”

Turning to Leonard, he said, “You’ve advanced, congratulations.”

“Thank you…”

Leonard hesitated slightly before asking, “How should I address you?”

Noah Wright didn’t seem to mind: “The usual is fine.”

Leonard still felt a sense of unfamiliarity and confirmed: “You are the Pursuer of Light?”

Noah Wright casually acknowledged: “Yes.”

This time he didn’t say any convoluted phrases like “I am the Pursuer of Light, but the Pursuer of Light is not me.”

Instead, he admitted it outright.

Leonard’s eyes narrowed slightly as he listened.

But at the same time, he furrowed his brows as he looked at the pale face before him.

Even though he didn’t know what had happened to Mushroomhead, the man’s energy was extremely weak at this moment.

It was like a flickering candle flame that could extinguish at any moment.

A powerhouse like the Pursuer of Light would never be unable to control their own energy.

The only explanation was that he had been severely injured.

So severely that he fundamentally couldn’t fix it himself.

The white hair at his temples also reminded Leonard of his own brush with death.

In an instant, Leonard’s thoughts raced, and he considered too much.

He asked in a deep voice, “Why did you give me the Xismark Holy Grail before…”

Now that everything had ended.

All plans had become clear.

If he wasn’t mistaken, when Noah Wright sought the Holy Grail, it wasn’t simply to help.

It was highly likely that he knew the cost of the plan would be significant.

Perhaps only the Holy Grail could save his life.

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But even foreseeing today, he didn’t mention it back then and let Leonard drink the Holy Grail Water.

It takes at least several decades to accumulate a cup of Holy Grail Water.

Meaning, he gave up what might have been his only chance of survival to Leonard Churchill.

When Noah Wright heard the question, he didn’t deny it and replied indifferently: “That’s not important.”

How could it not be important?

Leonard’s expression grew more solemn as he listened.

Seeing his look, Noah Wright smiled, didn’t elaborate further, and instead suggested something totally unrelated: “How about playing poker? Roderick Cards, two people can play.”

Leonard glanced at the deck already in his hands, hesitated for a moment: “Alright!”