Catastrophe Card King-Chapter 937 - 290: Is the Traitor the Rebels’ Leader?_2

Chapter 937 -290: Is the Traitor the Rebels’ Leader?_2

In the study, only the rustling of the flipping pages and the oscillating gaze that read lines with a tenfold speed could be heard.

It was as if Leonard Churchill’s eyes were scanning through densely packed “subtitles” racing by at fast forward in the Void.

He continued to read rapidly, assisted by the Shadow, his brain running at high speed.

Soon, the already cluttered study was strewn with the chaotic spread of open pages.

Even though he sensed someone’s arrival, he did not stop.

…

Previously, Leonard Churchill and Alice had split up to look for clues, agreeing to meet later to discuss their next steps.

In the one or two hours since, the Rebellion Army reinforcements had arrived in droves, the city plunged into chaos with tens of thousands of troops.

Feeling Leonard Churchill’s location, Alice was somewhat surprised that he was still “in place” after so long.

She then returned to the Governor’s Mansion with Allen.

Seeing the disarray of the study, both were profoundly astonished.

Books, newspapers, scrolls were all over the floor, not randomly thrown there, but all showing signs of having been gone through.

Oh, they must be looking for some key clues.

Thinking this, the two of them walked in.

Allen had some reservations about Leonard Churchill, the haughty spy from the East Wilderness. He looked at Leonard Churchill, who was still engrossed in various documents in the study, and muttered disdainfully, “We risk our lives in the city to gather information, and this guy is leisurely reading books here…”

Even though he knew it was also for clue-gathering.

But it seemed their risk was so much greater.

Alice, on the other hand, read something unusual from the rapidly moving eyes of Leonard Churchill and a thought occurred to her: Could all these books have been gone through by him?

Yet the volume of information in the study was so vast, it would take a normal person months to digest it all.

This guy…

Without any explanation, Leonard Churchill directly asked, “Miss Alice, have you found any clues?”

Although his acquaintance with them was short, he had a rough idea of their abilities.

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Allen was just a big boy, still maturing mentally; Alice, although she had a very special professional ability, seemed to have lived in a very stable and comfortable environment, smart as snow but not quite sagacious.

At least their approach to solving the mysteries of the Alternate Dimension was quite formulaic.

The two of them used a common method for clue finding: triggering conversations with Non-Player Characters.

This saved Leonard Churchill some effort.

It was also part of the earlier cooperative division of tasks.

Alice responded, “We asked the Rebels and learned that to remove the Slave Collar, we need to find ‘Master Gamil’, who is said to be a legendary spellcaster. But he wasn’t in the city; someone mentioned seeing him in the Rebel Army’s camp before, but now it’s uncertain…”

As they spoke, a trace of disappointment crossed both of their faces.

Without unlocking the Slave Collar, all efforts will be in vain.

Leonard Churchill nodded, “Hmm.”

Hearing their findings, he was not at all surprised.

The Slave Collar wasn’t part of the “Waren Rebel Camp” storyline.

Like the Holy Grail he had obtained earlier, to get it, one would inevitably have to trigger extra hidden storylines.

This required fortune and could not be rushed.

Seeing Leonard Churchill’s always composed expression, Alice ultimately didn’t say anything and continued, “As for ‘Goron’… we couldn’t find any information.”

She said with a puzzled look, “We asked many people, but no one had heard of him. It was as if there was no such person in Waren City’s Rebels.”

“No one?”

Leonard Churchill looked up at her as he heard this and frowned.

The number of Rebels in Waren City must have exceeded tens of thousands by now; in theory, simply asking more people should have turned up someone who had heard of this “Goron Frederick.”

Could it be that he was just a run-of-the-mill passerby unknown to others? But surely not to the extent that no one had even heard his name, given that the Toad had claimed his ancestor had been involved in and become famous from the battle of Waren City?

At this remark, all three in the study fell silent.

Allen murmured, “Could it be that it’s been so long that Aragon’s ancestors got it wrong?”

This was indeed a possibility.

Alice probably felt the same way, her expression darkening.

If they couldn’t find this plot anchor, surviving this A-level storyline would be difficult, let alone the still elusive S-level.

However, after hearing this, Leonard Churchill’s train of thought expanded. His ability to deduce instantly reached its zenith.

Sometimes.

The absence of clues was in itself a kind of clue.

If the Toad’s ancestors had gotten it wrong, surviving this Alternate Dimension would be challenging.

But assuming the premise that “Goron” was indeed in the city…

Then why has no information been found?

Disregarding the two’s investigative skills, Leonard Churchill immediately thought of some possibilities.

It was as if Alice had sensed something.

This clue was crucial, and she implored, “Mr. Leonard Churchill, have you thought of something?”

Leonard Churchill was quite curious about her mind-reading ability and replied, “Hmm, I have some ideas.”

He spoke plainly, “Either ‘Goron’ used a false name for some special reason, unknown to others; or he doesn’t go by that name at the moment…”

“Ah?”

Upon hearing this, both Alice and Allen looked shocked, as if thinking: Can it be considered in this way?

At the same time, they both looked at Leonard Churchill, hoping for an explanation.

Leonard Churchill shook his head, indicating that he hadn’t figured out the follow-up, and said, “Whatever the reason, this matter seems quite complex. But card masters who follow the path of a hero always have a special quality. Focusing on this aspect might turn up something.”