Catastrophe Card King-Chapter 1027 - 316 Found the Imperial Mausoleum

Chapter 1027: Chapter 316: Found the Imperial Mausoleum Already?_2

Chapter 1027: Chapter 316: Found the Imperial Mausoleum Already?_2

“Old Karen, what kind of monster is this? I’ve never even heard of it before.”

“A Human-faced Tree Monster, it’s said to be a fusion of a resentful Undead Spirit and a tree over a hundred years old. It can only form in places where the air of death is extremely dense. This place is cursed~ I have no idea why the prince chose this path. There are clearly better routes to take to the academy’s rendezvous coordinates…”

“Brother Sean, you’re well-informed, do you know something?”

“I do know a bit. But it’s not something that can be discussed.”

“…”

Leonard Churchill, of course, knew why they were taking this route.

It was because of the intelligence sold to Prince Salo by a fellow explorer, which included a map dug up by the Grave Diggers that “pointed to a mysterious treasure.”

Leonard Churchill hadn’t obtained that map.

But by traveling this way and making some deductions, he guessed the route the team was taking was likely the one indicated on the map.

Also, this particular direction coincidentally matched the direction he suspected where Augustus’ Mausoleum was located.

As they chatted, they saw the young Swordsman within the tree monsters who wore a Slave Collar and wielded the Fishbone Slim Sword.

“But speaking of which, that slave from the East Continent is pretty impressive. What’s with his Sword Skill; he’s darting out several meters in the blink of an eye? He might only be Fourth Tier, but he’s stabbing to death Fourth Tier Catastrophe tree monsters like it’s nothing; his methods are truly sinister.”

“That’s the ‘Time Sword Intention.’ It’s no wonder ordinary people can’t understand it. I don’t know how that guy trained to even begin to grasp the Time Rule, one of the High-level Laws.”

“Although the card masters of the East Wilderness aren’t high tier, given the sheer number of people, there are a few geniuses. It’s said that when the Slave Hunting Team captured this kid, quite a few of them died. In the end, a Sixth Tier had to take action just to contain him. Later, he was sold to the Nineteenth Prince for a good price…”

“…”

Leonard Churchill narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw that figure.

The youth who moved like a phantom was none other than Colin.

The Relic Level slim sword in Colin’s hand was the Flashing Heart-piercing Sword that Leonard had given him, which also made Leonard somewhat sentimental.

The first time he met him, he was just a slightly naive Swordsman’s apprentice.

Now, he had grown into a very powerful Great Swordsman.

Elder Clinton had been captured, and of course, Colin had been taken along as well.

However, because of his strong combat power, Colin had become one of the slave guards, rather than cannon fodder.

Leonard Churchill withdrew his gaze without any particular concern.

If Colin could survive this long alongside Elder Clinton, his Life Pattern certainly wasn’t so easy to extinguish.

As for Elder Clinton…

Leonard Churchill glanced once and thought nothing more of it.

Unsurprisingly, as the battle neared its end, a disheveled old man crawled out of a pile of twigs looking sneaky as ever.

While many cannon fodders had died, this old man looked ragged but was completely unharmed.

True to form, the ultimate survivor, the Dog King.

…

Human-faced Tree Monsters gathered into a large forest, and the strongest among them, a Fifth Tier Catastrophe, was the lord.

For a small Adventure Group, this was nearly an insurmountable land of death.

However, for Leonard Churchill’s team of over eight thousand people, it was almost like bulldozing through the opposition.

After a few, like Lorne, killed the monster lord, the battle entered its final stage.

Medics entered the scene to treat the wounded.

Others cleared the battlefield.

But Prince Salo seemed to be determined to find something, ordering a thorough search of every corner of the forest.

Although the others didn’t know what was going on, they complied.

With no monsters to hinder them, this carpet-style search was highly efficient.

Before long, someone suddenly shouted.

“Found the entrance!”

“Your Highness, there’s a grave robber’s tunnel here, it looks like it was left by Grave Diggers!”

“Hahaha, we’re going to be rich! There are so many ancient Relics in the cave!”

“…”

No wonder the Hunters were so excited.

These young nobles were willing to spend money, and there were shares in the treasure discovered during exploration.

No sooner had the words been spoken than a group of people rushed over and scrambled down through the entrance covered with dead branches.

Leonard Churchill, listening, wasn’t surprised in the least.

He knew that in all probability, they had found the “mysterious treasure coordinates” on the map.

Given there were ancient Relics, he also surmised that this place might have a connection with the King’s Mausoleum.

After all, thus far, almost no large Relics had been discovered in the entire Rune Highlands, only various monsters.

Now they had made a promising start.

As he contemplated, a cautious voice reached his ears, “To gather such dense Undead Air, the ground beneath must be no simple matter; I fear there are a great number of Undead Creatures…”

The speaker was a middle-aged man with graying hair.

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He was called “Old Karen.”

Leonard Churchill also slightly turned, a hint of amusement that was not easily detected by others flickered in his eyes.

According to Old Karen himself, he was an Archaeologist who knew many strange and unusual pieces of knowledge and had been hired to be part of the team.

They all belonged to the non-combat personnel, had many interactions along the way, and had become familiar with each other.

However, Leonard Churchill didn’t see it that way.

Not everybody is a perfect actor.

Old Karen was indeed, as he claimed, a learned Archaeologist. However, after a few days of interaction, Leonard deduced some differing truths.

An ordinary person couldn’t see anything odd about Old Karen.

But in “I Am the World,” the logic of all things is interconnected. Behind one lie, countless others are needed to fill the logic gap.

By now, Leonard’s proficiency in the Demon God Secret Skill had grown considerably.

Behind this seemingly perfect identity, after some deduction, some traces began to emerge.