Catastrophe Card King

The suburban Grand Cemetery had now become a temporary Hunter’s Campsite, accommodating tens of thousands of people.

Various modified locomotives and heavily armed trucks were parked all along the railway and supply shops of all kinds had sprouted up there too.

Bright bonfires were blazing all over the Campsite, making it a lively scene.

Amidst the professional hunters, there were also information merchants and members of various gangs from the city, all mixed together in the crowd. Compared to them, there were far fewer people from the Governor’s Mansion. On a distant high ground, some lights hinting at military formations could be seen.

One side was disorderly, the other was meticulous, with a clear demarcation between the two factions.

At first, when the results were not out yet, both sides still exercised restraint. But now, with the reappearance of the labyrinth’s exit and no sign of the governor’s men, everyone understood that the Governor and his team were annihilated.

The entire campsite instantly erupted into chaos.

The hunters rushed towards the labyrinth.

The situation was better than expected; they didn’t need to use the corpse recovery service.

Leonard Churchill and Tracy Garcia changed into adventure outfits pretending to be new hunters, and inquired a bit from the information merchants at the camp.

Indeed, someone had exited the space about eight hours ago.

But he didn’t cause any commotion and disappeared from sight.

Upon hearing this news, Leonard Churchill and Tracy Garcia breathed a sigh of relief.

Although they didn’t know where Camilla went after exiting, he most likely wasn’t killed on the spot, which was the best scenario so far.

In this wilderness, as long as he wasn’t trapped, he would be mostly safe.

Leonard Churchill didn’t plan to stay long at the Grand Cemetery Campsite, paid some money and got on a shuttle back to Sinless City.

Tracy Garcia didn’t return to the city with him and she disappeared into the darkness after bidding farewell.

Leonard Churchill knew she was worried about Camilla, so he didn’t try to dissuade her.

After all, this young spirit communicator is a first-tier curse card master, who although often a bit absent-minded, has quite robust combat power.

It’d be more appropriate to worry about himself than about her.

Furthermore, Leonard Churchill even speculated that the forces behind Camilla might be considerable, and their base might not even be in Sinless City.

Before long, Leonard Churchill returned to Sinless City.

Glancing at the time, he realised there was plenty of time left.

His first thought was to go to the Black Market on Dark Rain Street.

With so many spoils of war at his disposal, he hoped to convert them into as much combat power as possible by buying some equipment.

Leonard Churchill cautiously took the intercity train to the Black Market on Dark Rain Street in North City.

After the disturbances at the Black Market in the Dark Rain Street last time, the Miller Family’s secret bases in the Lower City were almost all cleared out.

Now that Governor Stan Miller was dead, the fourth master of the Miller Family probably wouldn’t have time to bother him in the near future.

Still, Leonard Churchill never let his guard down and wore his clown mask before entering any crowded places.

Then, he ventured into the dimly lit street.

The good things he needed were hard to find on normal markets, plus the spoils of war he held were quite sensitive, so he could only try his luck in the Black Market.

The Black Market was named so because of the minority, high-end, and secretive nature of it.

However, on his current visit, he was surprised to see the Black Market seemingly transformed.

The last time he visited, the whole street had the look of a ghost town.

The shops had dim lights, and the pedestrians were wary and furtive.

However, on this visit, as soon as Leonard Churchill entered the street, he thought he had made a wrong turn.

What in the world were those blinding neon signboards?

Upon another look, the mysterious tent-style shops from before were nowhere to be found.

Instead, more than a dozen newly renovated and brightly signed new shops had cropped up.

“What on earth is going on?”

Leonard Churchill stood on the overhead bridge, overlooking Dark Rain Street.

Planning to observe the environment, he was momentarily dazed.

The former Black Market shops were one more mysterious than the other, with a piece of wood haphazardly written as a signboard would act as the storefront, and all were elusive. They were like hooded assassins, seemingly afraid that unfamiliar customers would guess what they were selling.

However…

How could they be like the more than a dozen new shops in front, plastered with bright neon signs?

Things like “Bermuda Chamber of Commerce Branch”, “Martin Military Machinery Shop”, “Red Witch Potion Shop”, “Lorson Luxury Card House”…

Such names, they didn’t sound like small workshops.

They gave people the impression of large chain supermarkets.

Seeing the bustling crowd on the street, Leonard Churchill’s eye twitched.

Was this still the Black Market?

If it weren’t for the run-down and familiar shops from before, Leonard Churchill might have thought that the Black Market had moved somewhere else.

Even though he came here to buy things, no matter what shape the Black Market took, as long as the shops were still open, it made no difference to Leonard Churchill.

“Did Dark Rain Street’s Black Market start this ‘market day’ concept?”

With such a question in mind, he entered the crowd.

As he walked around and listened to the conversations of the passersby, he finally understood.

Coincidentally, it was directly related to the Grand Cemetery Labyrinth he just came out from.

Previously, the Miller Family obtained the governorship of Sinless City, hence according to Federal law, feudal lords own all political and operational rights of Sinless City.

That’s why the commerce guilds and financial groups that came to Sinless City were all in good terms with the Miller Family.

To ensure monopolisation of benefits, not only was there a small number of commerce guilds, but also due to the Miller Family’s eagerness to control the Gold-digging Dock that leads to the Old Continent, it resulted in a stalemate with the various black gangs of Lower City.

And this consequently led to collective xenophobia amongst Lower City’s black gangs.

Almost any foreign commerce guild attempting to set up shop here wound up either having their transport vehicles looted, their warehouses burgled or their store fronts vandalised.

In short, no foreign commerce guild could operate here successfully.

This also led to the Black Market of Sinless City maintaining its initial chaotic atmosphere of ‘kill or be killed’ and ‘dark for dark’ transactions.

However, just seven days ago, the situation changed suddenly.

The news of Governor Stan Miller’s assassination spread all over Sinless City with the speed of wings, and also reached the other lords of the Rich Ore Layer..