Catastrophe Card King-Chapter 1021 - 314 The Spirit Communication Brought

Chapter 1021: Chapter 314: The Spirit Communication Brought Forth a Bun-Haired Miss_2

Chapter 1021: Chapter 314: The Spirit Communication Brought Forth a Bun-Haired Miss_2

Pretending to be acquainted, he chatted about some ambiguous matters with a ha-ha air.

In this way, even if the other party suspected something, it wouldn’t cause too much trouble.

But the premise was that the other person truly was an acquaintance of the original person.

Hearing this abrupt greeting, Leonard Churchill did not know what he thought of, but suddenly he realized that the newcomer bore ill intent.

As he turned around, he saw the man with the goatee and his reflexive reaction was to show a trace of doubt, “You are…?”

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Leonard Churchill didn’t pretend to recognize him.

Instead, he chose outright not to recognize him.

He was very clear that for a professional information merchant, this instant reflexive response was enough to confirm a lot of information.

Leonard Churchill’s choice was risky.

If the person really was an acquaintance of Sean’s, this action would immediately expose himself as an imposter.

However, the consequences of such exposure were not too severe.

The greater danger came from another possibility.

That was, if the newcomer was also a “fake acquaintance” who pretended to recognize him in order to test him, and if Leonard Churchill had just said he recognized him, that would be a big problem.

The man with the goatee keenly captured Leonard Churchill’s doubtful gaze, his eyes clearly paused for a moment to ponder, confirmed something, and then joked, “Oh, brother Sean. We met before in the city of Tunis, Will from the Black Forest Chamber of Commerce!”

While the other person was observing him, Leonard Churchill was also observing the other person.

Seeing the reaction of the goateed man, he immediately determined that this guy was not an acquaintance of Sean’s.

But rather, an official sent to test him.

The Sean that Leonard Churchill was pretending to be was a veritable information merchant.

He perfectly portrayed the stance of not recognizing the person, yet trying his best to flatter him for business, continuing the conversation, “Oh, brother Will… what brought you here?”

As expected, when the man with the goatee saw this, the trace of doubt in his eyes completely disappeared, “The guild has a bit of business here. Oh, I also have some proper business to attend to, I’ll find you for a drink once it’s done…”

Since he was sure there was no issue with the man, he didn’t plan to hang around any longer and left after finding an excuse.

Leonard Churchill called out casually, a smile also appearing on his face, muttering to himself, “Tsk tsk, that Prince Salo is really cautious, huh…”

At this moment, he was completely certain that this was a person sent by Salo to test him.

Not only him, but probably every information merchant who had been to the apartment would be tested.

However, from another perspective, this was also a good thing.

After the testing was over,

it was time for the invitation.

Sure enough, not long after the goateed man left, the broker who had invited them to the apartment came with an employment contract.

That Prince Salo offered a very high price to have him serve as an “intelligence advisor.”

Leonard Churchill had been waiting for this opportunity and naturally accepted with pleasure.

If you’re going to go, go with the strongest team.

…

Having agreed to the employment, Leonard Churchill didn’t idle.

Assuming the role of an intermediate, he began helping to recruit people within the camp.

He first contacted several Mercenary Corps and Adventure Groups he had already arranged, then went to help the Slave merchants buy a few teams of War Slaves.

Quite naturally, he also managed to get Elder Clinton included in Prince Salo’s Cannon Fodder camp.

With Elder Clinton in the team, Leonard Churchill felt everything was in place.

Next was to gather resources.

The Trial Group was estimated to stay in Rune Highlands for several months, requiring a large amount of living supplies.

The camp originally didn’t lack supplies.

But with the arrival of the Trial Group, prices surged for everything including food, grains, and equipment.

Leonard Churchill’s expertise was also acknowledged by the Royal Court steward he worked with on procurement.

After a whole day of busyness, he finally settled down.

The main force planned to depart the next day, so Leonard Churchill returned to his own tent.

The camp’s defenses had noticeably multiplied due to the arrival of the noble lords and ladies.

Leonard Churchill didn’t feel threatened at all.

Having passed the test, the feeling of being watched had also disappeared.

He didn’t mind being watched anyway.

By now, Leonard Churchill had completely merged into the role of “Sean,” with no flaws in his speech or behavior.

It was only rightful that an information merchant would have a high-grade tent with a Restriction Barrier.

Only within the secluded tent was Leonard Churchill truly himself.

He meditated in a cross-legged position in the tent, practicing his arts while reviewing the Classic Books he had obtained earlier.

With so many masters around, even the Shadow didn’t dare to roam around freely, and instead browsed through materials in the tent alongside him.

Diligent cultivation was Leonard Churchill’s routine, oblivious to the passage of time.

Every night he would reflect on his experiences of the day.

His boldness was not blind confidence but rather was based on numerous simulations and enough information to support his judgments.

The current situation didn’t allow for any mistakes.

A single error might mean death.

Leonard Churchill recalled everything he encountered today.

The Royal Trial Team, the arrest warrant, meeting Nineteenth Prince Sane, the testing, procurement, Elder Clinton…

Leonard Churchill quickly went through a simulation in his mind and didn’t find any flaws, which made him sigh in relief.

However, for some reason, after reflecting, Leonard Churchill always felt as if he had overlooked something.

Having deliberately honed “Intention,” this kind of sixth sense was becoming more and more accurate.

He didn’t dare to take it lightly and simulated multiple times.

But he never felt like there was any problem with himself.

“Strange… what did I overlook?”

Leonard Churchill suddenly opened his eyes, filled with confusion.

It felt like something was guiding him.

“Spirit Communication?”