Catastrophe Card King

Only by appearing prominently and appearing valuable to the Silver Moon Sect would they take the initiative to approach.

The life of a noble is just like this, monotonous.

The daily tasks involve not work, but socializing.

Endless balls and endless banquets to attend.

In the bedroom on the second floor, Leonard Churchill stood by the window, carefully read every invite and memorized the names.

From now on, every single trace could potentially lead to key members of the Silver Moon Sect.

Leonard inspected the furniture again in the room, and after finding no problems, he began his daily reading and meditation.

In the evening, a young maid helped him bathe.

Leonard changed into a new white suit and left by car.

In a short while, he arrived at the Lord’s Manor.

After two successive Lords died unexpectedly, it was hopeless for the Miller Family to control Sinless City through their own power.

The Federal Parliament restrained the Main Family of the Miller Family, so the lordship of Sinless City couldn’t be temporarily changed.

The branch of the Miller Family couldn’t bear to see such a big cake taken away entirely by the head family.

Therefore, the dinner party tonight was meant to salvage some control.

This was information obtained in advance by Reuel Bible.

When Leonard arrived, several streets near the entrance of the Lord’s manor were filled with luxurious steam cars.

After getting out of the car, showing his emblem and identity badge, he smoothly entered the manor.

The old city walls were coated with luxurious gold, crystal lights dazzling brilliantly, making the whole castle shine.

Inside the castle, precious oil paintings hung everywhere on the walls. Every few dozen meters along the corridors stood knights in Frost Armor.

The Miller Family, worthy of high-ranking nobility, even though Leonard killed a Lord with his own hands, he still felt insignificant like plucking a horn from a bull’s head. While their reputation was damaged, they remained big and powerful.

After passing the front hall, there was a lush lawn.

This was a sight that couldn’t be seen anywhere in the Lower City.

Groups of old gentlemen were discussing serious matters. Ladies and young girls, heavily made up like exhibits in a display window, dressed in a variety of sexy gowns, gleefully discussed gossip, unambiguously showing off their beauty.

Soft music drifted by his ears.

A live performance by a court orchestra gave face to the high-ranking nobility of the Miller Family.

Despite being his first time attending such an upper-class banquet, Leonard didn’t show any stage fright.

He entered confidently.

His character outline was that of a speculator, thus he naturally had a thick skin.

Although Leonard was more interested in the exquisite food, he rapidly blended into the conversations of the gentlemen.

“Oh, Baron Lambert… I’ve long heard of your name.”

“Baron Ramon, I heard your family vineyards had a great harvest this year…”

“You are…”

“Charles from Moen City. Charles Norlington.”

“Oh, Norlington is a very old and noble surname. I remember my grandfather telling me once, he used to do some business dealings with your family…”

Nobles needed to be well versed, if not proficient, in the various noble emblems.

These men wore emblems that flaunted their noble bloodline.

High-ranking nobles were not as ostentatious, but they too would have some form of family emblem.

Such as cufflinks and small ornaments with emblem designs.

Tracy Garcia’s palace manuscripts happened to include some that specifically introduced noble emblems and family histories.

Leonard had taken the time to memorize the emblem designs of nearly all the noble families in the Orlan Dynasty, and had skimmed through their stories as well.

The older the lineage, the greater the nobility.

As such, not knowing all the people did not hinder him from joining their circles and engaging in lavishing praise on matters of business.

Leonard expounded stories of ancient noble families, and no one doubted he was a pureblood and true noble.

Those who visited Sinless City now were rarely true high-ranking nobles.

Most were impoverished nobles like “Charles,” or lesser branches of major families coming to pave the way.

Jabbering was just for show; Leonard, a professional actor, never showed stage fright.

He quickly integrated into the Noble Circle of Sinless City.

Making his presence known and observing everything discreetly.

While Leonard was making his entrance, a woman in a black dress holding a wine glass was on the second-floor corridor of the castle, looking at the lively banquet going on below, lost in her thoughts.

She had a head full of characteristic wavy blonde hair, a form of exceptional beauty, and a face that was gorgeous yet aloof.

Although she didn’t have any emblem on her, she was a true high-ranking noble.

No one present didn’t recognize the foremost intellectual lady of Silvermist City, the “Silver Mist Rose” from the Lionheart Family, Catherine Carter.

After taking a sip of wine, the blonde woman’s eyes deepened.

Since her defeat at Flood Gang, the spark in her eyes hadn’t disappeared, but had become much more restrained.

For some reason, she felt a sense of unease tonight.

At this moment, a grinding sound of mechanical friction rang out.

Not far away, a young man with a head full of bright blonde hair came over.

Even for the banquet, one could see some precise military mechanical equipment under his suit.

This was Kak, a Federation Lieutenant, the first Legion Commander of the Lionheart Family’s Mechanical Legion.

Even Young Master Kane, who died in the Thunderbolt Fortress, still had to call this man his fifth brother.