Catastrophe Card King

Chapter 1025: Chapter 315 Some Daily Life_3 Chapter 1025: Chapter 315 Some Daily Life_3 “I know some. My mother mentioned it to me before…”

Tracy Garcia said, her expression suddenly darkening, “But…”

Leonard Churchill knew what she was about to say.

Last time, Auntie Garcia didn’t fight the Orlan Royal Family in the Divine Ruins Treasure House but instead helped the Hidden Cult to trap and kill all the Old Days Believers.

New King Arthur of Orlan would definitely not let it go.

However, things weren’t as bad as he had anticipated.

Tracy Garcia said with disappointment, “It seems like my mother has been imprisoned.”

Leonard Churchill murmured to himself, “Imprisoned?”

There was intel from the East Continent that the Orlan Royal Family had been restored, and the White Family was now the High Priest.

“Mm.”

Tracy Garcia nodded with a gloomy look and explained, “The Great Priest Lineage and Augustus have a bloodline protection contract. Even if the Orlan Royal Family no longer trusts the Garcia Clan, they would never harm my mother. Last time… Oh, the time you were with me. After seeing my mother in Sinless City, she said some strange things to me, and then I couldn’t contact her again…”

“…”

Listening, Leonard Churchill inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, Auntie Garcia had once saved him, and it was good that she was alive.

But he didn’t know how to solve this problem at the moment, so he didn’t continue the conversation.

The tent fell silent for a moment.

The initial excitement of seeing a good friend had faded, and a wave of sleepiness suddenly washed over Tracy Garcia’s brows, her eyelids seeming too heavy to lift.

She closed the Classic Books and turned to Leonard Churchill to ask, “Mr. Leonard Churchill, I’m sleepy. May I rest here for a bit?”

Leonard Churchill smiled faintly and responded, “Of course.”

Tracy Garcia tried hard to keep her tired eyes open and responded with a soft, “Oh.”

The bun-haired miss seemed truly very tired.

No sooner had she spoken than she lay down on the small table and fell asleep?

Leonard Churchill looked at the girl sleeping soundly, his expression crossing with surprise before he chuckled, “How long has it been since you slept…”

Oh, she must not have been able to sleep while hiding in the Red Dragon King’s Court.

The small table was meant for reading, not comfortable for sleeping.

Leonard Churchill called out to her, but Tracy Garcia did not respond.

He thought for a moment, then gently lifted the bun-haired miss and laid her on the makeshift field bed nearby.

Then he covered her with a blanket.

Throughout, this typically very vigilant High Tier Spirit Communicator did not show any signs of waking up.

Her body was limp as mud, completely without any defenses.

It was as if she knew this was the safest place.

Leonard Churchill watched her peacefully sleeping face and shook his head with a smile.

He sat beside her and continued to flip through his own Classic Books.

Just like that, the night passed in a flash.

…

Around six or seven in the morning, the camp gradually became noisy.

The young nobles of the Royal Trial Team were planning to set off early.

Mercenaries and hunters were also up early, getting their adventure gear ready.

On the clearing outside the camp, dozens of teams were fully equipped, their Demon Beast mounts pulling carts filled with supplies, ready to head for the Rune Highlands.

Leonard Churchill also packed up his tent.

At that moment, a certain bun-haired miss sleeping soundly suddenly opened her eyes and sat up.

Leonard Churchill was packing up the desk, glanced at her, and smiled faintly, “You’re awake.”

Tracy Garcia blinked a few times, saw that she was sleeping on a bed, recollected for a moment as if just realizing what had happened the previous night.

How could she have taken up the bed?

And what about her sleeping posture, could it have been unsightly?

Was it impolite?

Did she say any strange things in her dreams?

In an instant, the girl’s mental workings were extremely complicated.

Thinking of this, Tracy Garcia’s cheeks flushed with a hint of rosy color as she murmured with embarrassment, “Ah… I really was very impolite~”
Leonard Churchill laughed, not minding at all, and simply said, “We’re setting off soon…”

She was a fugitive, of course, she couldn’t possibly follow him.

His thoughts interrupted Tracy Garcia’s random musings, and realising her situation, she didn’t wait for Leonard Churchill to finish speaking. A spell’s light flashed, and her figure vanished from the tent.

Her slightly frantic reply came from beside him, “Mr. Leonard Churchill, I’ll go to the highlands to have a look first. If there are any problems on the way, contact me with this scroll.”

Leonard Churchill listened and glanced at the scroll on the table, shaking his head with a smile.

The bun-haired miss didn’t need his worries.

Watching her disappear, Leonard Churchill packed up his tent, shouldered a huge backpack, and made his way out of the camp.

A new adventure was about to begin.

PS: I found another picture perfect for Tracy Garcia, Cheongsam Bun-Haired (pending review).jpg