Catastrophe Card King

Chapter 671: Chapter 223 The Number One in the World (Please Subscribe)

“He doesn’t seem crazy…”

Leonard Churchill watched as the emaciated old man stood up from the sandy soil, feeling a great sigh of relief within himself.

A sweep of his eyes confirmed that, despite being skin and bones, the old man’s skeletal structure was devoid of any signs of mutations, completely normal for a human being.

This was entirely different from those madmen he had encountered on the sixth level of the mine.

It was good that he was human.

At least he still had his reason.

Moreover, without feeling any immediate malice from the old man, Leonard also took this as a good sign.

What he feared most was that this elder’s temperament would be so quirky that he would get aggressive without giving Leonard a chance to speak.

If that worst scenario unfolded, Leonard did not believe he would stand any chance of surviving in front of this figure.

Fortunately, the worst-case scenario did not happen.

…

So, Leonard just quietly stood in place.

He watched as the old man walked towards him, ignored him, and went straight to a pile of wine bottles.

It was then that Leonard observed this mysterious master up close.

But strangely enough, no matter from which angle, the old man did not exude the slightest aura of a master.

To call him an Air Skill Master, there was no trace of “Air” on him whatsoever.

He appeared completely as an ordinary person who hadn’t practiced any Breathing Method.

Leonard had seen countless card masters, even legendary ones, but none had given him such an ordinary impression.

Even the previously suspected Pursuer of Light, Mushroomhead Noah Wright, though inscrutable, at least seemed like someone with transcendent abilities.

But this old man in front of him, nothing at all.

The old man came over, picked up a bottle of wine, sniffed it next to his nose, and muttered again, “Haven’t smelled this scent in many years…”

Leonard noticed that the wine bottle the man had picked up was quite exquisite.

It was wine stored in the Storage Ring gifted by Tracy Garcia, with a distinctive burnt malt aroma.

Leonard had never again seen it sold in any tavern, and guessing from Miss Roundhead’s status, he suspected this wine might be some special supply from the Orlan Royal Family.

This old man knew his stuff…

But it was only upon closer observation that Leonard noticed a scar on the right eyelid of the old man.

In this world, there were many potions for healing scars, and normally, unless one chose to retain them, they could be perfectly erased.

“A remnant of his youth…”

Leonard speculated in his mind that it must carry some special significance.

He racked his brains trying to match this face with any known legendary master or fugitive, but found no one matching the description.

At least not in the last few decades among the top-tier card masters famous across the Federation.

….

The old man showed no inclination to engage Leonard, sipping his wine instead.

He seemed like a connoisseur of wine, savoring it with care.

Leonard just watched him, but his expression grew increasingly troubled.

The Mental Pollution in the surroundings did not affect the old man, but it made Leonard feel increasingly groggy.

Yet he did not initiate conversation.

Because Leonard knew that the other party must have guessed his intention for coming here.

The black Curse Power on Leonard’s body might go unnoticed by ordinary people, who could mistake it for dark attribute curse power.

But the Secret Skill of Gluttony was most likely passed down from this man in front of him, and he must have recognized it immediately.

Just like the first time Leonard had seen Abel on Downing Street and recognized the origin of his Breathing Method instantly.

Having found his way here, the old man must know Leonard sought the Gluttony Breathing Technique.

To speak first would be to give the other an advantage.

So Leonard stood quietly, watching the old man drink.

But each second was torture.

In his mind, countless Demons kept whispering those semi-understandable yet addictive murmurs in his ears.

If not for his relatively strong will, the Mental Pollution would have robbed him of his sanity long ago.

But after enduring for a short while, Leonard could no longer wait for the old man to finish his drink.

The old man hadn’t spoken, and there must have been a reason for it.

Besides, it wasn’t unusual for such a skilled master to have a quirky temperament. Leonard turned and left.

He did not believe that, out of the blue and just over a bit of wine, the elder would share the Secret Skill of Gluttony with him.

After all, he had found the man and they were both trapped in this mine, there would be plenty of opportunities in the future.

With that, he left.

And seven days passed.

….

The level of Mental Pollution Leonard could withstand was around the fourth level of the mine.

But knowing that the “elder” was down on the seventh level of the Underground Cave, he would go down punctually every day to deliver a jug of wine.

Then without a word, he would just stand quietly and watch the old man drink.

The first time he lasted not even two minutes;

The second time, five minutes;

By the third time, seven minutes…

Each time he could endure a little longer than before.

This was thanks to the environment of the mine itself.

Amidst the Mental Pollution of the mine, not only could Leonard deepen his comprehension of various Laws, but practicing “Void Moon Mind” became ten times more efficient.

His Mental Power value was also skyrocketing daily.

This increased his tolerance for Pollution as well.

The old man drank slowly, but it seemed as if each time it took more or less the same amount of time.

It was only by the seventh day that Leonard managed to hold out until the old man finished that jug of wine.

On this day,

Leonard went down to the mine on schedule, just like usual.

He was very familiar with the route now.

He had also figured out the territories of those mutation madmen who lingered on the fifth and sixth levels, which posed no danger as long as he avoided them.

If he occasionally encountered some that couldn’t be avoided, he could still exchange a few moves then run.

It must be said, the combat power of these madmen was seriously outrageous.

Especially the fighting intent they comprehended and the various strange and twisted interpretations of Martial Skills they used were eye-opening for Leonard.