Catastrophe Card King

After breakfast, Leonard Churchill and his butler Old Weaver visited a few wealthy businessmen’s homes.

Although he disliked this kind of time-wasting socializing, it was necessary for “Charles”.

This was just the daily life of a nobleman.

Several times later, he received some valuable gifts and all kinds of ambiguous hints.

And like this, the day passed quickly.

At eight o’clock in the evening, Leonard Churchill arrived on time at the luxurious mansion at number 12 Cotton Street by steam car.

This was Baron Ramon’s Fragrant Hill Apartment, a house full of artistic flair with beautiful stained glass windows and gardens everywhere.

It was said that Baron Ramon was a major collector of Starfall City. He came to Sinless City not to speculate, but to genuinely collect some good things from the Old Continent.

However, since Leonard used an assumed identity, he now looked at everyone with suspicion.

One more thing.

The Silver Moon Sect, they were deceiving.

They could appear in any identity, and Leonard would not find it strange.

“Baron Charles, please come inside.”

As soon as he got off the carriage, there were butlers and beautiful maids waiting at the mansion¹ s entrance.

Leonard Churchill looked closely at his surroundings – Baron Ramon’s taste

was truly unique.

Not only was his apartment luxurious, but the maids were of such high quality that it was astonishing.

Compared to that, the two maids Leonard had hired felt a bit deficient. Walking into the house was like entering a museum, with various antiques and artworks placed casually in corners everywhere.

Flower pots, oil paintings on the walls, bookshelves, small ornamental objects… anything casually seen here was immersed in the rich aura of antiquity.

Inside those glass display cabinets, there were either simple or exquisite cards.

Leonard even saw some gold-quality cards!

“Sss… What an extravagant collection.”

Without changing his facial expression, Leonard felt awed inside.

These things, many of them could be considered top-grade items in an auction house, yet here they were strewn about casually.

He had only heard before that good things were stashed in the treasuries of the nobles, and now that he saw it, it was indeed like that.

The nobles would rather let their treasure sit in a warehouse gathering dust than bring them into the circulation market.

The collection in the house of this major collector was priceless.

Lost in thought for a split second, Leonard was led to the sitting room by the maid.

By the time he arrived, there were already seven or eight people seated there.

He glanced over them, mostly noble and rich people who he had met at yesterday’s dinner at the Miller’s Family.

Since he was familiar with everyone from the dinner last night, they did not seem strange to him and greeted each other as he arrived.

“Ah, Baron Charles is here.”

“Oh, I am so jealous. At last night’s dinner, Baron Charles was the only male ? guest who was favored by Miss Catherine Carter and danced a song with her…”

“Not at all, I just have a little thicker skin.”

Leonard has also gotten used to business flattery, responding to each with a smile.

Clearly, what everyone cared about most was not him, but the dance with Catherine last night.

At this point, he also took off his hat and performed a gentleman’s greeting to the man sitting in the main position: “Baron Ramon.”

This man was a meticulously dressed old gentleman with an upturned mustache.

Hearing this, Baron Ramon responded politely: “Welcome Baron Charles to my humble abode.”

“Not at all, being invited by the Baron is my honor.

As Leonard spoke, the maid to the side pulled out a chair.

Seeing this, he took a seat.

Since it was his first time participating in such a collector’s exchange, he displayed the appropriate curiosity.

“Oh, Baron Ramon, your collections are truly stunning, I thought I had come to the Federation Museum…”

“My God, these cards are all gold-quality! In the eyes of ordinary people, these would be considered supreme treasures, yet in your place, they are merely regular display items.”

Half flattery, half genuine curiosity.

Leonard also took the opportunity to ask many questions about topics he was interested in.

After going through all the idle chat, others also joined in the conversation.

These collector exchanges were mostly just boasting and praising among peers of the same trade.

If no one knew about the treasures in their possession, half the fun of collecting would be lost.

Soon, all the guests had arrived.

This was a small appraisal meeting, with a total of just thirteen people.

Leonard also observed all the people without making a sound.

Not a very formal event, Baron Ramon acted as the host: “I want to thank everyone once again for taking time out of your busy schedules to attend this collector’s exchange at my humble abode… Recently, my hunter group has collected some very interesting things from the Old Continent… Without further ado, let’s take a look at my first collection, the [Miracle Flowerpot]… ”

Having said this, he clapped his hands.

Immediately, a maid came over with a flower pot in her hands.

Leonard looked at the flowerpot, and also at the maid.

Only then did he notice that all the dozen or so maids he had seen in the apartment so far were all this same type of breathtakingly attractive and demure beauties.

Thinking about it a little, he understood.

It seemed that not only the collections were to be appreciated, even the maids were part of Baron Ramon’s collections.

In noble circles, the quality of maids was also a symbol of status.

Glancing out of the corner of his eye, Leonard noticed that the other nobles seemed quite interested in the maids, casting overtly ambiguous gazes.

The maid smiled as she placed the flower pot on the display table, then took out a seed, buried it in the soil in the pot, and watered it.