Chapter 360 - 143: Tearing the Silver Moon Leader’s Clothes with a Single Grab

Chapter 143: Tearing the Silver Moon Leader’s Clothes with a Single Grab

Translator: 549690339

Two days swiftly passed.

Early that morning, Leonard Churchill got up and dressed with the help of two maids, and then proceeded to eat his breakfast as usual.

After his last return from the Fragrant Hill Apartment, Baron Ramon had sent over two attractive maids.

After trying them out, he found their professional competence far surpassed that of the servants he had hired from the agency.

Churchill didn’t want anyone else to be contaminated, so he gave a generous sum of money to both the butler and the two maids he had originally hired, and dismissed them.

As he suspected, the warning of religious contamination had not stopped, no matter what methods they had used.

However, this was a good sign.

For the people of the Silver Moon Sect, only a valuable target was worth the great effort made to contaminate.

The daily mission of reciting the invitations was also delegated to the two maids.

Today was another ordinary day, usually filled with seven or eight appointments.

Churchill was casually reading the day’s latest newspaper while eating his breakfast.

Although it seemed inadvertent, he was actually expecting something; he muttered to himself, “They should have detected my anomaly last time. The Lionheart Family is going to hold a banquet after the day after tomorrow, they should make their move then...”

Churchill’s undercover mission wasn’t a lonely journey.

Reuel Bible was also making connections through the X Bureau, providing him with some necessary assistance.

Especially when it came to getting closer to the high-ranking nobility.

Churchill had known in advance that the Lionheart Family would be hosting a banquet the day after tomorrow, and he was among those invited.

Because Saul Miller was killed, the Silver Moon Sect’s infiltration plan for the Miller Family was declared bankrupt.

After the X Bureau professionals intervened, almost all the Old Days Believers in the Miller family were wiped out.

The few deep sleepers left didn’t dare to pop their heads out.

Should the opportunity arise, these items were a treasure trove that could not be overlooked.

Baron Ramon, always impeccably well-behaved like a perfect gentleman with a handlebar moustache, didn’t expose a single flaw, joyfully saying, “Baron Charles, it’s been a long time.”

Churchill’s ear twitched slightly, confirming that he was the only guest invited this time, and he responded with a smile, “I am extremely honored to receive an invitation from Baron Ramon.”

He knew that he had caught a big fish.

Having been contaminated for so many days, Churchill felt that he should be more friendly.

So his performance was similar to that of a close friend, full of merriment and enthusiasm.

After their conversation, they ate.

Despite the dinner just being a preamble,

The renowned collector had prepared an extravagant banquet, serving a number of rare delicacies.

Although Churchill suspected there might be something off about the food, he still relished every bite.

The two of them casually discussed various topics related to high society.

Finally, the main event arrived.

As they were eating, Baron Ramon suddenly remarked, “By the way, Charles, I recently obtained a rare ancient artifact, which I haven’t shared with anyone yet. Your family, the Norlingtons, have ancient and noble blood, and are aware of some secrets unknown to ordinary people... Could you help me decipher the origin of this artifact?”

Churchill was genuinely interested in the ancient artifact, but he said modestly, “You flatter me, Baron Ramon. I know without looking that anything that has caught your attention would undoubtedly be a treasure.”

He knew that the other party definitely wanted him to have a look, so he added, “However, I am actually very interested in seeing it.”

Hearing this, Baron Ramon laughed and clapped his hands.

At that moment, a woman with her face covered walked in, carrying a tray on her hands.

The tray held something covered with a cloth, but it appeared to be a spherical object.

Churchill glanced at it and then allowed his glance to linger a moment longer on the masked woman.

If he was not mistaken, this was the Silver Moon Sect Leader who had stepped out of the oil painting that day.

Wow, a personal appearance.

As soon as she entered the room, the atmosphere instantly became ambiguous and dreamy.