mesbooks Chapter 710: 233: An Assassination, Leonard Churchill hasn't played in the lower ranks for a long time
Chapter 710: 233: An Assassination, Leonard Churchill hasn't played in the lower ranks for a long time
Chapter 710: Chapter 233: An Assassination, Leonard Churchill hasn’t played in the lower ranks for a long time
“Vera Williams?”
Leonard Churchill listened to the name, then glanced at the girl in the princess dress, his eyes slightly narrowing with a hint of a smile, “So it turns out to be the young miss of the Song family.”
He didn’t think all of this was a coincidence.
If nothing unexpected happened, then this must be his pen pal, Miss “Anne.”
He had been accidentally transported to this place by the Flood Gang due to a letter with a ‘Disaster Object’ postage stamp.
And the behind-the-scenes boss of the Flood Gang was the Black Gold Trade Union’s Song family.
Both belonging to the Federal Chamber of Commerce, and with the same surname Song, the likelihood was that they were one and the same.
Until now, Leonard Churchill was unclear as to why he had been transported to this remote Bolton Mechanical Town in the western region of the Federation.
Now that he saw her, he had come to understand the reason behind it.
“Hehe...”
Leonard Churchill chuckled softly, then murmured in an almost imperceptible voice, “But is this noble lady really so extravagant and willful? Even if she truly wanted to meet, couldn’t she have simply sent someone to inform me? Was there really a need to use a ‘Disaster Object’...”
A ‘Disaster Object’ was not something just anyone could use.
One didn’t need to think hard to understand that the cost of transporting a person must be great.
But as this thought crossed Leonard Churchill’s mind, he felt that there was something not quite right.
The timeline of those few letters was a bit too long...
This didn’t seem like a simple case of transportation.
Before he could figure out what was off, Pigeon tugged at him, saying, “Sir, it’s our turn!”
...
Leonard Churchill and Pigeon each received a steaming bowl of meat soup and a chunk of bread as big as a forearm.
Leonard Churchill thought back to their last parting in the Underground Palace of Summer Shepherd City. That old man had decreed a lightning law which killed the descendent elder of the White family.
It had also confirmed for him that Elder Clinton was a true high-tier master.
But... wasn’t he in the Old Continent? Why come to this remote area of the western Federation?
Just as he was about to go up and greet him, the crowd suddenly surged, and in the blink of an eye, he couldn’t see him anymore.
At that moment, Leonard Churchill suddenly frowned and turned to look in another direction, “Killing intent? What are those guys up to...”
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of several suspicious individuals hiding among the refugees.
Although their disguises were similar to those of refugees, these clumsy attempts bore no secrecy in Leonard Churchill’s eyes. Moreover, the malicious aura they emitted stood out jarringly among a crowd of grateful refugees.
Ordinary people didn’t have Storage Rings, and even many Card Master Apprentices didn’t have one.
These individuals had bulges under their clothes, which looked like concealed weapons.
To Leonard Churchill, though, these inept assassins were akin to the bottom rung of the Gang members in Sinless City, so he didn’t take them seriously.
But following their erratic gazes, he noticed these people seemed to be watching Vera Williams, who had come down from Machinery City, and he furrowed his brows slightly, “They’re targeting the young miss of the Song family?”
Robbers, or some kind of enemy?
Leonard Churchill thought for a moment, then silently made his way over.
On closer observation, there were a dozen individuals with ill intentions hidden among the refugees.
Since he was present, he wouldn’t just stand by and watch his newly met mysterious pen friend fall victim to a lowly assassination.
“Premeditated assassination, huh...”
Seeing the setup, Leonard Churchill knew that those in front of him were just underlings; there must be a mastermind behind them.
But he didn’t sense any particularly high-tier presence.
It made sense considering Bolton Mechanical Town was a remote small city.
Not every place was like Sinless City, crawling with legends and strong figures, more than one of which were remarkable.