Catastrophe Card King

Chapter 738: Chapter 239: Seeing Elder Clinton Again_3

Vera Williams blinked as she listened, and the anxiety she had previously felt quickly settled down.

He really does seem to know everything.

The two of them made some simple disguises and then walked out of the tent.

…

The pair strolled through the tented area.

Leonard Churchill also occasionally shared with Vera Williams the basics of disguise.

“Relax a bit. Don’t look around nervously. You have to give yourself a psychological hint that this is all a stage play, and you are currently playing the role of a weaver…Right, don’t be so curious with your eyes, and don’t be so unconfident; you’re doing quite well already.”

“Oh. Mr. Leonard Churchill, how about now?”

“Pretty good. If you meet suspicious glances, don’t dodge or instinctively think about hiding… that would draw even more attention. It is even okay to show your face a bit, looking back at the other person with a questioning gaze…”

“Hmm.”

“…”

It must be said, Vera Williams was really smart.

She was quick to learn the tricks Leonard Churchill taught her.

Gaze, posture, walking stance, demeanor… with just a little guidance, she could imitate them very convincingly.

As Leonard Churchill anticipated, as they walked through the tent area, they encountered several individuals who appeared to be reconnaissance personnel.

Some were looking for people on behalf of the Rose Chamber of Commerce, others were from enemy sides, and some were thieves.

Leonard Churchill, for his part, didn’t show even the slightest flaw; this kind of performance was second nature to him. Whatever he was pretending to be, he became.

He didn’t arouse any suspicion whatsoever.

Vera Williams, by his side, gradually got into the role too, and after duping a few more suspicious individuals with the disguise techniques taught by Leonard Churchill, her mindset shifted from initial nervousness to a small sense of anticipation.

This experience allowed the young lady, a scion of a financial conglomerate, to truly immerse herself in the life of the lower classes for the first time, providing her with a refreshingly different experience.

It was a sensation of her soul being richly filled.

And most importantly, Vera Williams found playing the role of siblings with Leonard Churchill in this scripted act to be really fascinating.

Soon, Vera Williams had completely adapted to the role and could calmly take Leonard Churchill’s hand, pointing around here and there.

After wandering around for a bit, the two arrived at the bustling trade market.

War refugees are not beggars; they are just ordinary people who have lost their homes due to the ravages of war.

Many of them are actually rather affluent, doctors, teachers, craftsmen… professions of all kinds abound.

The slum district too has its own trade market.

Here there are stalls trading various goods, jugglers with animals, crude slapstick plays, magic shows… there’s even a tavern opened by speculative traders.

Aside from the poorer environment, it wasn’t much different from a lively town.

Leonard Churchill and Vera Williams plunged right into the crowd.

“Wow… look at that magician, he can actually perform instant teleportation with fire!”

“It’s just a slight-of-hand trick with an alchemy potion. Prop magic, don’t be so amazed…”

“Hey, Mr. Leonard Churchill, that ball was clearly in this bowl just now, how did it get to the other side?”

“That’s real sleight of hand. It was switched when it was palmed previously…”

“Look quick, how does that person have three hands?”n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

“That’s a pickpocket. The one they’re showing is a fake hand; the real hand is underneath.”

“Ah?”

“…”

Even though Vera Williams was quite restrained, she was still very excited.

This financial conglomerate heiress was immersing herself in the life of the commoners for the first time.

Usually, she would never visit the Commoner’s Quarter, nor witness those peculiar and odd tricks of the lower-class performers.

She was like a curious baby, fascinated by everything.

Leonard Churchill didn’t mind at all.

With his observation skills, even if the young lady showed a small flaw, it wouldn’t be a big issue.

After all, the two of them came to gather information, so they deliberately went to check the bulletin board as well.

The place was bustling with throngs of people.

Concerned about being separated, Vera Williams quietly took Leonard Churchill’s arm, and they squeezed through the crowd.

Just as expected, the most prominent part of the bulletin board displayed missing person notices.

Vera Williams’ hand-drawn portrait was in the most conspicuous place, with the Rose Chamber of Commerce offering a reward of a million to find her.

This was anticipated.

After all, it was also the best method of locating someone.

There was also an arrest warrant.

On it, the face depicted was none other than his own, Leonard Churchill.

Leonard Churchill looked at his own arrest warrant, the corner of his eyebrow lifting slightly, not at all surprised.

Given the situation at the scene, with Lady Mela dead, the guards dead, and Miss Williams, the Chamber President, also missing…

The prime suspect, of course, was that mysterious “Mr. Sunny.”

Next to him, Vera Williams saw her own missing person notice and immediately couldn’t help feeling worried: Surely everyone at the Commerce Guild was very concerned.

But at a glance at Leonard Churchill’s arrest warrant, the guilt she felt surged once again.

Only she, the person involved, knew that the man on the arrest warrant was not only not a criminal but had also saved her life multiple times.

If she had died, it would have certainly brought him a great deal of trouble and inconvenience.

Meanwhile, these two notices with a million-dollar reward—a wanted poster and a missing person notice—were also the subject of much discussion.

“My goodness, Miss Williams from the Rose Business has been kidnapped?”

“Oh, the horror! Such a kind-hearted lady kidnapped by bandits… I really hope she returns safely.”

“I should have guessed it. That guy was with a group of mountain bandits; why else would he appear so coincidentally! These despicable thieves, truly detestable…”

“…”

Most commoners have simple minds, easily swayed by public opinion.

In their eyes, the person on the arrest warrant is an extremely vicious criminal.