Catastrophe Card King-Chapter 683 - 226: Demon God Forbidden Skill·God-Controlling Court

Chapter 683: Chapter 226: Demon God Forbidden Skill·God-Controlling Court

“How odd, what are these guys doing here?”

Leonard Churchill speculated that this deep pit probably sealed a portion of an Angel’s Remains.

But then he thought about the Angel Wings of the assassinated Queen of Orlan, which most likely came from this pit.

Therefore, the remains must have been taken away.

So, looking at the New King of Orlan and his entourage suddenly appearing before him, Leonard’s mind raced.

What secrets could still be buried in this bottomless pit to warrant a personal visit from the New King of Orlan?

….

However, since Leonard, Camilla, and Tracy Garcia were friends, he didn’t have a good impression of this young king and always felt that he would be trouble for him in the future. freeweɓnovel.cøm

Moreover, his intuition told him that the king’s visit to the mine today seemed to be tied to some dangerous action.

Now, right in front of him, he thought that it might be better if he could kill him…

Of course, that was just a thought.

Leonard didn’t believe he was capable of killing the king at that moment.

After all, among those cloaked royal guards, there were most likely legendary fighters.

Although unspoken, Barre Shepherd caught the subtle fluctuation of killing intent in Leonard’s “air”.

The Old Man strangely asked, “Do you have a grudge against those Orlan Remnants?”

Leonard was also amazed by the Old Man’s incredibly keen perception and felt there was no harm in being straightforward, “I don’t. But I have two friends who don’t get along with this New King of Orlan. Plus, this guy previously created a major terror for the sake of merging with the ‘Spade K’ origin card… Not to mention, they’ve colluded with the Silver Moon Sect, seemingly attempting to use faith to restore their nation… Anyway, I just feel these people are very dangerous.”

“Oh?”

The Old Man showed no particular expression upon hearing the rest, but when he heard “Silver Moon Sect,” his brows furrowed.

Any card master knew the hazards of Faith Pollution by the Ancient God Sect.

The higher their position, the stronger their sense of responsibility to continue the legacy of the Card Master Civilization.

But as if thinking of something else, his expression turned conflicted.

Seeing this, Leonard asked, “Elder, you’re not really considering taking action, are you?”

The moment that thought crossed his mind, he could no longer suppress the excited anticipation of an onlooker waiting for the drama to unfold.

If a fight really broke out, it would likely be more sensational than when the Thirteen Knights assassinated the Queen of Orlan, and calling it the fight of the century wouldn’t be an exaggeration.

Still, Leonard was unsure.

He knew that the Old Man, the foremost Martial Arts master of eighty years ago, was certainly formidable.

But there were also top-ranked fighters among those accompanying the New King of Orlan.

Not to mention the one from the legend of the earth series he had seen before, and perhaps High Priest “Auntie Garcia” might be there as well.

They were first-tier fighters in the world, and if it really came to a battle, the outcome was unpredictable.

But Barre Shepherd immediately caught onto Leonard’s conflicted thoughts and teased, “Hey, what’s with that look on your face?”

The Old Man scoffed lightly and said indifferently, “The people I want to kill cannot be protected even by legends.”

Leonard blinked, accustomed to the Old Man’s temperament, and laughed, “Hahaha… I didn’t say anything.”

Barre Shepherd’s mindset, naturally, wouldn’t lead him to act on a few words, and the killing intent that had appeared for an instant, was swiftly concealed again, as he continued, “However, this person might be untouchable.”

Leonard was about to suggest that if “Auntie Garcia” was indeed present and a fight broke out, maybe he could try persuading her since she was his life-saving benefactor.

Before he could figure out how to persuade her, he heard the Old Man say this.

Leonard curiously asked, “Why is that?”

With furrowed brows and a pondering look, Barre Shepherd said, “If Merlin entrusted the King’s Key to these Orlan Remnants, then there must be a reason…”

Hearing this, Leonard also fell into thought.

It indeed made sense upon reflection.

If the past keys in Master Merlin’s possession weren’t stolen, then there had to be a reason he gave such an important item to the Orlan Remnants.

Although unclear on why, Leonard thought that it seemed to be the “optimal choice” for the development of the Old Continent.

And he felt that the King’s Key, presumably the only key to access the sole passage to the Old Continent, could only be preserved in the hands of the Orlan Remnants.

Otherwise, whoever held the key would inevitably become a target for all.

Even the Lionheart Family, Miller Family, White Family… any great noble family of the Federation, would find it impossible to secure this crucial King’s Key.

With the development of the Old Continent, there was a great upheaval at the top levels of the Federation.

But so far, the benefits of the Old Continent had only gone to the likes of the Lionheart Family and Miller Family who were early in their ventures, while the majority of the slower Noble Class opposed them.

So no matter who in the Federation obtained the key, they would surely face tremendous pressure from the council.

They might even completely seal off the Old Continent.

After all, maintaining the status quo was sufficient to ensure their current positions.

Only the Orlan Remnants, who had already been wanted for two hundred years, would be desperate enough to develop the Old Continent.

Because only by developing the Old Continent could they have the chance to restore their nation.

This must also be the part that puzzled Barre Shepherd.

“Is that so…”

Thinking this through, Leonard also felt he had a lead.

But something still didn’t sit right with him.

The Master Merlin he knew was a true scientist who only loved research and lacked interest in manipulating power games.

Behind the King’s Key, it seemed like there was some other force at play.

Who could influence the Master to that extent?

Innumerable thoughts flashed through Leonard’s mind.

Barre Shepherd remained silent in contemplation.

With that thought, it seemed the New King of Orlan really couldn’t be killed.