Catastrophe Card King

Leonard Churchill came to bustling Downing Street dressed in a hunter’s attire.

It was still early, so he didn’t rush to the Rose Tavern.

Like a typical hunter visiting this street for fun and enjoyment, he found something to eat by the roadside.

He also strolled around, looking out for the prettiest maiden.

Just past seven, Leonard seemed nonchalant as he plunged into the Rose Tavern.

The best way to gather information isn’t by sitting across the street in a coffee shop with a newspaper, observing secretly, but by blending in.

In this Extraordinary World, even if you look at someone else twice, it will be noticed.

Leonard doesn’t think the Silver Moon Sect would be so audacious as to cause trouble in a place like Downing Street.

Choosing to gather here is probably due to the complex mix of patrons in the pub, likely to mask some of the sensitive identities of some attendees.

Leonard donned a clown mask, not showing his own face.

Neither too early nor too late, there were already many guests in the pub.

Scantily clad maidens were dancing sensual warm-up dances on stage; the air was thick with the intoxicating scent that excited one’s vitality and blood.

The Rose Tavern was utterly a pleasure house.

Various scantily-clad maidens were threading their way through the pub.

They were not reluctant to show off their delicate figures. They didn’t mind the patrons taking advantage of them and would even respond with suggestive smiles.

As soon as Leonard entered, many gazes swept over him.

He appeared to be a regular patron of the tavern and naturally made his way in.

His gaze seemed casual, but he had already meticulously scanned every corner of the tavern.

Anyone here could potentially be a Silver Moon Believer, so it’s better to remember them now and not be caught off guard in the future.

Leonard found a spot with a good view, not particularly conspicuous, and took a seat.

The Moonlight Tavern was just what it appeared to be. Entering the establishment meant you had to buy drinks, and paid companionship was a must.

The Rose Tavern was a high-end one with high-quality maidens.

There were elegant ladies, loli girls in Lolita dresses, whip-wielding female robbers, prisoners…a variety of attire.

Anything you wished for, your every whim could be satisfied here.

As soon as he sat down, a maiden in a black and white nun’s dress came over, “Ah~ you haven’t been here in a while.”

Regardless of whether they were familiar or not, all received sweet treatment.

This was the professional quality of the maidens.

If Leonard was not satisfied, he could ignore her.

Others would naturally come up to chat until he was satisfied.

He was not here for fun, so it didn’t matter who it was.

But on a second glance, a nun?

That’s the attire of the devoted female followers of the Old Days Sect in old books.

He thought to himself that the Silver Moon Sect wouldn’t go so far as to let their followers play such eye-catching roles, right?

But who knows.

Leonard found it quite interesting and bantered like a regular, “Hey, long time no see, Lisa.”

The barmaid’s names usually followed this trend, shouting out on Downing Street would get at least eight out of ten responses.

Hearing this name, the nun winked flirtatiously, playfully retorting, “Oh~stop it. I’m Wendy.”

As she spoke, knowing that she had been chosen, she affectionately took a seat beside Leonard, “But if you wish, sir, I can be anybody you want tonight-”

The nun’s outfit was interesting, the upper half was serious, while the lower half was quite inviting.

Apart from a piece of black cloth covering her front, the back was completely exposed revealing sexy legs.

It encouraged bold advances while nicely protecting one’s privacy.

Sitting next to him, it was as if she was not wearing any clothes at all, revealing an expanse of soft flesh.

As it was all part of the service, Leonard wasn’t uncomfortable.

Reclining on the couch, ordering drinks; he was not a lavish guest, yet he wasn’t thrifty either.

The maiden’s service was quite good, she could converse about various topics.

As soon as Leonard went in, he noticed that there were bunches of photos at the most prominent place at the bar.

They were the arrest warrants for the Silver Moon Sect.

After a few drinks, hunters enjoyed boasting to the maidens the most.

Leonard also casually mentioned a few things, like the other hunters in the tavern.

As they chatted, he shifted the topic to the arrest warrants, feigning ignorance, and asked, “What’s up with those arrest warrants?”

The maiden laughed dismissively, “Oh- the Golden Oak conducted a raid on the Old Days Sect the night before last, and those on the photos are the Silver Moon Believers who escaped.”

Leonard also showed interest, “Do those fugitives have anything special about them? Why is the bounty so high?”

As he spoke, he also observed the maiden’s expression.

The maiden showed no abnormality, apparently, she’s not a Silver Moon Believer.

She replied, “I heard the Golden Oak suffered heavy losses during the raid, several streets were blown up, so that’s why the bounty is so high.”

“Hmm…hmm…I heard…hmm, also heard that…”

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Leonard tested her with some questions.

But he found that the maiden didn’t have any valuable information.

Most of it was rumors heard on the streets.

He continued asking along that line, “I’ve also heard of ‘Lone Wolf’ Baron, wasn’t his bounty just a hundred thousand at Demon Cross, why did it suddenly rise so much?”

“I’m not quite sure about this.”

The maiden responded cleverly, “Would you like me to ask for you?”

Leonard looked interested, nodding, “Hmm.”

He knew, he’d entered the paid phase again.

In Sinless City, information needed to be paid for, and the more accurate the information, the more so..