Chapter 136 - 79: Reminiscing with Miss Bun

Chapter 136: Chapter 79: Reminiscing with Miss Bun

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Tracy Garcia pondered for a moment, then said, “No. It seems like... he is a Card Master Apprentice.”

The two comrades were rendered speechless.

Since when are Card Master Apprentices considered impressive?

Alison too didn’t seem happy, asking again, “What’s his professional sequence?”

Garcia felt embarrassed being questioned, “I... I don’t know.”

She just realized that aside from knowing that he is excellent at solving puzzles, she really had no clue about his professional sequence.

It seemed like she had never seen him fight at all.

Listening, Alison shook her head and said, “Forget it. We should get some rest early too. We have to get up early tomorrow.”

The three of them said nothing and headed upstairs with their tactical backpacks.

Listening to the footsteps, Leonard Churchill knew that Garcia and the two others were in the rooms next to his.

He didn’t care, sitting cross-legged on the bed practicing the Breathing Method while simultaneously reading various card master scriptures.

He knew nothing of the conversation taking place downstairs, and he didn’t want to know either.

Right now, Leonard felt there wasn’t enough time, too many things to learn.

He was hoping that the Greedy Mining Pit would yield some skill cards, this would save a lot of time to practice martial skills.

Time flew and a few hours passed in a flash.

Leonard was completely immersed in his training and learning.

At some point, a knocking sound was heard.

A soft voice came from outside the door, “Mr. Leonard Churchill, have you gone to bed?”

“Yes.”

Without anyone else present, Tracy responded immediately.

She seriously explained, “We are looking for a potion formula to cure a special plague. We saw it in an ancient book, but it has been lost since. So we have been looking for clues in the Hunter’s Association to see if there’s output from some ancient remnants. Recently, we heard that some ancient witch potion formulas have appeared in the alternate dimension of the Greedy Mining Well, so we wanted to give it a try.”

“Oh.”

So, they were heading there for the potion formula.

Listening to her, Leonard didn’t ask any further questions.

It seemed like the organization she was with contracted some sort of plague. Given her serious expression, Leonard deduced that the plague must be severe. Despite being an extraordinary world, diseases and plagues remained deadly threats that could not be completely eliminated.

Tracy then asked, “What about you, Mr. Leonard Churchill?”

Leonard casually stated, “I’m searching for some materials, I heard that space also yields Skill Cards, so I thought I’d try my luck.”

“Wow... What a coincidence!”

Tracy also found it coincidental.

Sinless City was so large, with so many missions from the Hunter’s Association, yet they had run into each other in this small inn.

After she finished pouring the tea, she handed it over, “Please, have some tea, Mr. Leonard Churchill.”

Leonard took the tea cup, not accustomed to this formality, “You can just call me by my name. You don’t have to be so polite.”

Tracy Garcia nodded and blinked, “Then, you can call me by my name too, or ‘Little Garcia’. That’s what everyone calls me.”

Leonard nodded: “Okay.”

He found that little bunhead Miss was quite reserved to strangers at first, but once she trusts them, her nature revealed a cheerful side.

The two of them were not complete strangers, but also not particularly familiar.

After a few words, it seemed like they were out of topics and the room’s atmosphere became slightly awkward.

At this point, Tracy noticed the opened book on the bed and expressed surprise, “Mr. Leonard Churchill, you’re still reading, even at this late hour?” Everyone knew that in Sinless City, very few hunters choose to waste their time reading books.

Hunters risk their lives exploring, each survival feels like a gift from fate.

During their spare time, indulging themselves at the Moonlight Tavern was just about enough, who would have time to read?