Chapter 462 - 167: "The Polluted Slit-Mouthed Woman

Chapter 462: Chapter 167: “The Polluted Slit-Mouthed Woman

Upon hearing Catherine Carter’s words, Leonard Churchill realized that the story behind Elder Clinton was even more mysterious than he had imagined.

Glimpsing once more at the lewd old man still sitting by the bonfire, telling crude jokes while drinking, and laughing uproariously with the rest of the team around.

A thoughtful expression appeared on Leonard’s face. NewW novels updates at novelhall.com

This old man has forgotten who he is, forgotten his past, more like he’s been forgotten by the world.

Whoever gets involved with him would be in serious trouble.

He gave off a strange feeling.

But it was hard to pinpoint exactly why.

His level was so high that it was beyond comprehension.

However, Leonard didn’t really care.

No matter what situation the old man was in.

Meeting an interesting friend was indeed a highlight in life.

Compared to him, Catherine Carter’s attitude appeared to be very cautious.

She didn’t dare to rashly approach Elder Clinton.

After all, not even her legendary grandfather dared to take this elderly predecessor, who might have lived for countless years, lightly.

Even when mentioning the top-secret family files handed down, she was exceedingly careful.

That’s why she chose to make contact with Leonard “the mediator” first.

Though Leonard and Catherine Carter have met a few times before, previously there were always some ulterior motives.

This time, free of utilitarian motives, the atmosphere of the conversation was noticeably better.

The two of them chatted intermittently.

Gradually, Leonard discovered that Miss Carter had shed her previous aristocratic arrogance and appeared to be slightly different.

She no longer projected the clever and witty image that was evident at first glance.

Now, her sharpness had receded, giving off a wise and unassuming aura instead.

He really didn’t want to bring trouble upon her for no reason.

Catherine Carter seemed completely indifferent and casually said, “That’s why it’s called the ‘Hero Trial’.”

Hearing this, Leonard frowned slightly but didn’t ask further.

It seemed this woman had her own plans.

Catherine Carter then said, “But speaking of which... Sir Charles, why do I feel like I meet you everywhere?”

Upon hearing this, Leonard was slightly taken aback, feeling as though there seemed to be some implications in her words. He queried, “Oh? If I remember correctly, Miss Carter, we’ve only met three times, haven’t we? The Miller’s family banquet, Rose manor and the previous dance...”

“Hehe...”

A hint of coldness flickered in Catherine Carter’s crystal eyes, and she chuckled lightly, indifferently.

She had guessed what Leonard’s previous words were trying to convey. She didn’t carry on with the topic but said, “In that previous siege against the Silver Moon Sect, I was certain you would die, yet you survived. Also, your acquaintance with that predecessor... Your fate is very special indeed. Wouldn’t it be nice if we could become friends?”

Upon hearing this, Leonard didn’t say anymore.

This woman was not foolish, and further talk would be pointless.

Catherine Carter zipped up her sleeping bag, showing no intention of continuing the conversation.

Despite being incredibly calm inside, this was her first experience sleeping in the wild with a group of strangers.

Compared to the sweaty, rough hunters not far away, she still felt it would be better to stay with “Charles,” a somewhat familiar face.

Leonard saw this and maintained a silent smile.

Usually sleeping very little, he sat cross-legged against a stone pillar, deep in contemplation.

Practicing the breathing method and meditating for spiritual power could also rejuvenate the body, but the process was incredibly tedious and tested one’s will, so few people could keep it up all night.

However, Leonard was used to it.

More importantly, his intuition was telling him that danger seemed to be approaching.

Click, Click, Click...

The hands on his pocket watch moved, making a soft mechanical noise.

Unknowingly, it was already midnight.

“Ahh.Jl!”

Around three or four in the morning, a scream of sheer terror echoed through the entire dilapidated building.