Catastrophe Card King-Chapter 490 - 174: Why do you want to kill me?

Chapter 490: Chapter 174: Why do you want to kill me?

Leonard Churchill and his companions left the Blacksmith Shop, running aimlessly through the quiet, pitch-black alleys searching for any overlooked clues.

The walls and water tanks of these dark alleys, or even the occasional translucent, bizarrely shaped black ghosts that would drift out from underneath the stone slabs.

[The Polluted Songstress], [The Polluted Stone Soldier], [The Drowned Ghost Polluted], [The Unknown Night Wandering Spirit]…

The lantern-lit streets were mostly filled with neutral creatures, while the evil spirits hid in the alleys, occasionally jumping out.

At first, they were startled, but as they got used to it, they stopped caring.

Under the influence of Elder Clinton and Leonard Churchill’s “Summer Shepherd City Undead Affinity +15” aura, these evil spirits seemed hesitant to attack and would scare them a bit, then leave.

The four of them continued on this way.

After getting used to this ghost-filled environment, the ancient city from thousands of years ago suddenly seemed to provide a tranquil and peaceful feeling.

It almost seemed like it wouldn’t be too bad to settle down here for the rest of their lives.

The four of them wandered aimlessly, almost as if they were out for a walk.

However, after half an hour, there were still no leads.

Finally, Colin couldn’t take it any longer and asked, “Mr. Leonard Churchill, exactly what are we looking for?”

From their many interactions, he knew not to rely on his grandfather in the team. The lady doctor rarely spoke; only Leonard Churchill seemed to take the lead.

Leonard Churchill shrugged, “I don’t know.”

He truly didn’t know.

Before stumbling upon a precise clue, he had no idea what they were looking for.

He glanced at Elder Clinton next to him, “Of course, if your grandfather could remember where we have been in the last few days, we would know.”

At this, Catherine Carter also glanced over.

Elder Clinton was feigning ignorance.

Colin directly asked, “Grandfather, do you remember why we were here before?”

Elder Clinton, the focus of the everyone’s high hopes, was slightly embarrassed. While cleaning his ears with grass, he muttered ambiguously, “Ah… this… I feel like everything seems so familiar…”

Leonard Churchill chuckled. He didn’t hold much hope that the old man would remember.

Moreover, they weren’t completely clueless.

He was a spy from the Silver Moon Sect, so while others may not know precisely what was inside the ruins, he knew a lot.

The two most important clues they knew so far were that Summer Shepherd City was used to seal a part of their god from the Silver Moon Sect and a piece of the crying angel’s limb.

So, as long as they found a lead to any of these two clues, they might be able to solve the mystery.

But Leonard Churchill was more curious about what the old man was looking for here.

Leonard Churchill intentionally did not walk in front. Catherine Carter was clever enough to walk beside him.

Colin has always been his grandfather’s follower, always trailing behind.

In this way, the three of them tactfully let Elder Clinton lead the way.

Although Elder Clinton didn’t remember many things, his intuition and luck were very high.

His every move seemed ordinary, but if you carefully observe, it was like seeing a river flowing, in tune with some rule governing the world.

It’s not to say that following Elder Clinton would certainly lead them to clues, but it was much better than blindly searching for one, and much safer.

And while his brain may forget things, some of the body’s behavioral memory obey instincts.

For example, at a crossroads, according to Elder Clinton’s nature, even if he doesn’t remember ever passing that junction, he would certainly choose the more favorable route.

So the four of them went on like this, wandering the narrow streets until they came to a wooden bridge.

At the head of the bridge was several lush pine trees, with two large red lanterns hanging on either side. Water was flowing noisily under the bridge.

Leonard Churchill walked over and looked. There was also a small waterfall a dozen metres below the bridge.

The cold wind blew the water up from the waterfall, feeling damp on their faces.

The atmosphere was tranquil and full of a unique aesthetic.

Catherine Carter also stood by the railing, her eyes blinking lightly, a faint haze slipping through her clear eyes mixed with a deep gaze. She murmured, “Feels good.”

Leonard Churchill chuckled lightly, “Oh?”

Catherine Carter felt as free as a canary escaped from its cage for the first time, her heart inexplicably delighted, “I have a feeling that if we really can’t get out, it wouldn’t be too bad to be buried amid the gentle breeze and fine rain.”

Leonard Churchill smiled and didn’t comment.

The young lady of a noble family often held such fanciful ideas.

However, this originally slightly poetic atmosphere was suddenly shattered.

Upon stepping onto the bridge, Elder Clinton looked around and seemed to recall something after hearing the previous conversation, “Oh…”

This sudden exclamation instantly attracted the attention of the three.

Elder Clinton did remember something. He looked at Catherine Carter with an unsure tone, “Ah… I seem to recall that you did die.”

Hearing this, the mood instantly froze.

Catherine Carter was also startled, “I died?”

After a moment’s thought, Leonard Churchill also felt that this statement contained a lot of information.

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If Catherine Carter died, did it happen during the last round of time travel?

So what happened that led to her death?

Could there be any danger here?

However, Elder Clinton’s next words caused all three of them to stiffen.

He tried to remember something and said, “Yes. It was Leonard who killed her with his own hands.”

Leonard Churchill: “…”

Colin: “…