Catastrophe Card King - Chapter 688

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Both men realized they were speaking about the same person.

And obviously, Barre Shepherd also knew about the cause and effect involved with Elder Clinton.

“That senior…”

Barre Shepherd’s expression was very conflicted, and he hesitated as if he wanted to say something but eventually didn’t.

Instead, he looked at Leonard Churchill with a meaningful expression, “That’s also right. It’s normal for you, with your life pattern, to be alive.”

“…”

Leonard Churchill rolled his eyes.

This old man clearly knew about that “cause and effect” too.

Barre Shepherd continued, “I know what you want to ask. But I don’t know either. ‘That person’ is an unsolvable mystery to everyone.”

“Oh.”

Leonard Churchill listened but didn’t ask any further.

However, he quickly brought up another matter, asking, “Then do you know the ‘Pursuer of Light,’ one of the Thirteen Masked Knights?”

Upon hearing this, Barre Shepherd’s old face twitched, and he looked at Leonard Churchill as if he were looking at a monster, “You… you know that guy too?”

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And what a coincidence.

The two people Leonard Churchill had asked about had indeed both come to observe the stele.

But Barre Shepherd was very clear that this was a topic not to be mentioned to others.

“…”

Seeing the old man’s expression, Leonard Churchill knew he might have guessed correctly.

But what he was actually more curious about was whether the ‘Pursuer of Light’ was Noah Wright, whom he knew.

The few who stood atop the mountain and viewed the scenery probably knew each other.

He thought the old man might know, so he directly said, “I’ve met the ‘Pursuer of Light’ a few times…”

The topic of the Thirteen Knights was not taboo, and Barre Shepherd looked at Leonard Churchill with a somewhat complex and puzzled expression, “You actually know Geoff?”

“???”

Leonard Churchill shook his head upon hearing the unfamiliar name, then realized he might have guessed wrong.

He countered, “Do you know someone named Noah Wright, with a mushroom head, a bit younger than me?”

Barre Shepherd also shook his head, “I don’t know him.”

“…”

Leonard Churchill also felt like he might indeed have guessed wrong.

Perhaps Mushroomhead was just a member of the Thirteen Knights, not the leader?

…

The stele was right beneath their feet, and Leonard Churchill’s curiosity grew stronger.

He returned to his previous question, asking, “Senior, what exactly is that stele, can you tell me?”

Barre Shepherd obviously thought about whether he could reveal it, hesitated for an instant, and then said, “This is called the Forbidden Ruins Stele. It is said to record the secrets of the ‘Great Catastrophe’ that led to the fall of the Taren Dynasty. It also contains some currently unsolved forbidden content…”

Leonard Churchill: Great Catastrophe?

The Old Continent is now spread with ruins everywhere, forbidden to humans, and he was also very curious about what civilization-ending disaster had happened three thousand years ago.

Seeing the eager look in Leonard Churchill’s eyes, Barre Shepherd added, “Don’t count on me. I can’t understand it. Geoff, that guy, did understand some of it, but… he said only those who can understand the stele are qualified to read it.”

“Oh?”

Leonard Churchill’s expression brightened upon hearing this.

That means, as long as one can understand it, one can read it, right?

He had been worried that the content on the stele might contain some ‘inexpressible’ contamination, causing madness or the like after reading.

Now, after hearing this, it seemed he could give it a try?

He excitedly proposed, “Senior, why don’t… you take me down to have a look?”

Leonard Churchill himself couldn’t go down, so he could only rely on the senior.

Barre Shepherd was not surprised that Leonard Churchill wanted to go down, but was astonished to ask, “You actually understand High-level Demon Language?”

“A little bit.”

Leonard Churchill responded, adding another sentence, “How much I can understand will depend on luck.”

He had been unable to understand it before, but after the Joker’s Demonic Solution, he could understand some of the content on the bronze tablet, so he thought he might be able to comprehend the stele.

Barre Shepherd’s eyelid inexplicably twitched, clearly reflecting his thoughts: How come you seem to know a bit about everything?

A trace of thought crossed that wind-battered, wax-yellowed old face, and after pondering for a moment, he also said, “Alright! I’ll take you down to have a look.”

He was also very curious about what Leonard Churchill could actually make out.

….

With those words, Barre Shepherd lifted him with one hand, and the two of them descended.

The moment he leapt in, Leonard Churchill felt as if he had jumped into the crater of a volcano.

The mental pollution around him morphed into a tide of Evil Ghosts with their fangs bared and claws waving, instantly making his vision blur.

Fortunately, he was under the protection of Barre Shepherd beside him.

With a display of Divine Power, an invisible barrier was created, isolating him from most of the contamination.

Only then did Leonard Churchill escape from that nightmarish sensation and his vision cleared.

The two made their way down and soon arrived on a rock platform.

Here stood a black stele more than three meters high.

Barre Shepherd urged, “Hurry up, kid, I can’t hold on for long.”

“Oh.”

The Clown illusion appeared behind Leonard Churchill, who immediately focused his gaze on the stele.

High-level Demon Language, after all, was the language of Gods, and humans could only understand the parts within their cognitive ability.

Even though Leonard Churchill was concentrating, the golden characters on the stele seemed to swim like tadpoles, running all over the place.

The information he got was very fragmented and obscure.

Leonard Churchill wasn’t seeing the High-level Demon Language for the first time, and was familiar with the sensation of a torrent of information about to burn through his brain. He tried hard to remember the bits and phrases he saw: “City of Ember,” “six million buried in a pit,” “sealing…” “cutting off contamination,” “Origin of the Disaster”…

It felt like only a few moments had passed when he sensed Barre Shepherd twisting his neck, leaping back out.

Feeling a sudden lightness, Leonard Churchill instantly woke up from that trance-like state, and looked at the old man with confusion, “???”

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