Catastrophe Card King

“I can only escort you this far,”

Catherine Carter led Leonard Churchill to the viewing platform on the second floor.

As a lady of the Lionheart Family, it would be unthinkable for her to personally escort a male guest off the premises.

Recognizing this, Leonard bowed politely, “Thank you, Miss Carter.”

Catherine responded with a carefree laugh, “If you survive, save your thanks for next time. I believe you should focus on how to escape now. The item you’re carrying is highly sensitive. Even with my escort, your escape isn’t guaranteed.”

Leonard’s demeanor remained unperturbed. With a graceful hand-kiss farewell, he grinned “Then… till next time.”

As he laughed, he glanced at the Silver Mist Rose standing before him and then quietly retreated a few steps, fading into the darkness.

As he disappeared from view, a complex expression flickered across Catherine’s crystalline eyes.

Her fingers played with a gold coin, her thoughtful gaze deepening as she pondered something.

The Lionheart Family’s headquarters were heavily guarded.

Leonard didn’t use the front door and despite using the Shadow Submarine’s ability to blend into darkness, he was still noticed.

Luckily, the earlier burglar who had jumped from the building had drawn most of the guard’s attention.

Miss Catherine Carter had certainly aided him as well.

Against all odds, Leonard managed to escape unscathed.

He didn’t dare to linger. He changed his clothes in the darkness and disposed of any traces he might have left behind during his escape.

Soon, he found himself on the roof of an inconspicuous building five blocks away.

Leonard pulled out the item he had picked up during the reception in the banquet hall and started to study it.

It was an old, yellowed sheepskin scroll depicting a Nine-point Star Array and various mysterious symbols.

Just at a glance, an aura of ancient mystery engulfed him.

“An artifact from the Taren Dynasty?”

Leonard examined the style of the curse, which seemed to have a “sealing” effect.

The scroll appeared to be a mere wrapper, something else was enclosed within.

It was light as if nothing was there.

“What exactly is this?”

Leonard, too, was curious.

Unable to contain it, this item was clearly a top-tier artifact.

But his curiosity didn’t lead him to untie the hemp rope securing the sheepskin scroll.

After all, this was the item the Silver Moon Leader had asked him to retrieve.

It was best not to mess with it in the meantime.

With that thought in mind, Leonard pulled out the Silver Moon Mirror, waiting for new instructions.

Before the Silver Moon Leader could respond, his eyes hardened, and he abruptly rose to his feet, fixing his gaze on another building.

A figure had appeared there.

With a small beard, a hawkish nose, donning a deer-hunting hat and a brown cloak, there was a tobacco pipe wedged in the corner of his mouth, and he was brandis-hing a black umbrella with a silver handle.

Just as a hunter’s attire is instantly recognizable, this man’s outfit made it clear that he was a detective.

Leonard knew that this individual had come for him.

Looking up slightly.

Under the illumination, his broad forehead gleamed subtly and his deep blue eyes radiated a wise glow.

Catching sight of this individual, Leonard immediately guessed his identity.

Reuel Bible had previously warned him that a renowned detective, known as the ‘Phantom Thief Hunter’ Robin Smith, was in Dragon City.

This man was a special adviser to the Federal Bureau of Investigation, reputed to be an expert at solving highly challenging cases.

He didn’t expect to run into him so soon.

If even Reuel Bible classified him as highly capable, then he was definitely formidable.

After all, Leonard was a “thief”.

Normally, seeing someone on his tail would prompt him to flee at first chance.

But on seeing this man, an intense curiosity surged within Leonard.

If the other party were overwhelmingly powerful, escape would be useless, and if not, there was no need to rush.

The two of them stood on their respective rooftops, locked in a distant stare- off.

After a few moments of silence, Leonard tilted his head to look at him and asked directly, “How did you find me?”

He contemplated his recent actions, he had left virtually no trace behind.

Had it not been for this sheepskin scroll, he must have left no leads behind.

Upon hearing the question, the middle-aged man adjusted the hunting deer hat on his head, as if he had figured out Leonard’s thoughts. He calmly said, “Tracking isn’t only about conventional methods. Coincidentally, I happen to utilize some unconventional ones.”

As he spoke, he opened the black umbrella above his head.

An eerie scene unfolded.

The black umbrella completely blocked out the surrounding lights. The umbrella opened like a gateway to Hell, countless clawing tentacles bubbled out from beneath the umbrella. These tentacles seemed to be sniffing the air, searching for the scent of different spirits. A strange crackling sound filled the air, like the hum of electricity.

In an instant, an atmosphere of pure malevolence, characteristic of Hellish creatures, enveloped the surroundings.

A slight ripple of Mental Power was also perceptible.

An immediate caution tookhold in Leonard’s heart. He suspected that the man had just placed a magical curse.

However, seeing these familiar tentacles, an understanding dawned upon him. “So it turns out, you’ve domesticated a Hellish Breed, the ‘Evil God Tentacles’.”

He had seen this creature once before.

In Master Merlin’s laboratory.

But that one was much larger than the current one.

This kind of Hellish Breed could emit a Mental Pulse.

Just like radar, it could identify and lock onto specific mental bodies within a range.

No wonder he was found. Apparently, his Mental Power had been detected.

However, for this man to house this monster within an umbrella, it proved to be a perfect tool for tracking.

Upon hearing this, the reputed detective seemed taken aback. Watching the octopus-like creature emerging from the umbrella, he said, “It’s a rarity… You are the first person I’ve met to recognize my partner’s origin.”