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Just a glance was enough for him to hear, as if echoing in his ears, the previous arrogant threat from Kane echoing, “On the honor of the Lionheart Family, I swear… you, your family, your friends, your woman, all must die…”

The sinister side of human nature was laid bare before his eyes.

The corpses seemed to mock his powerlessness.

See, the Young Master had committed another atrocity because he hadn’t been killed.

Leonard Churchill tilted his head to observe the suspended bodies, falling silent for a moment.

It seemed as though something had crossed his mind,

and suddenly, he broke out into a grin.

Leaving the brightly lit building before him, he turned and stepped into the dark tavern.

Having spent some time in the tavern, Leonard had roughly figured out what had happened recently.

And what those hanging corpses outside were all about.

It was more or less as he had suspected.

As for the “Thirteen Masked Knights” organization, the information merchant didn’t have much intelligence about them.

Only that it’s an ancient and mysterious assassin organization.

The only valuable information was a rumor that the assassination of the coordinator of Grand Cemetery Labyrinth, Stan Miller, was likely related to this organization.

Not long after Leonard entered the tavern, representatives of the Lionheart Family arrived.

As they conducted a search, wanted posters for the blindfolded, cloaked man were hung everywhere.

Obviously, the assassin had not been caught.

The reward of a hundred million, quickly became the next hot topic in the tavern.

With a figure like that drawing attention,

No one cared about some lowly, first-tier assassin from the Alternate Dimension.

Not long after the wanted posters were distributed, the Hunter’s Association announced that the train back to Sinless City was temporarily out of service due to malfunctions.

The Thunderbolt Fortress camp was now shut.

Everyone knew this was an excuse. Shutting off the trains was clearly a tactic to catch the assassin.

The hunters created an uproar.

The managers of the Hunter’s Association couldn’t stand the pressure.

Members of the Lionheart Family stepped forward.

They bluntly stated that they would await an investigation by the military, who were dispatched to investigate the cause behind Kane’s attempt of assassination.

Until then, no one could leave.

In any other place, this wouldn’t be a problem. The nobility has full authority over their territory; they could declare a state of emergency and the common folk would have to obey.

But this is Sinless City, the Old Continent.

As soon as these words were uttered, the hunters in the camp immediately revolted.

However, the people from Lionheart Family had a very firm attitude.

Perhaps knowing full well that if, after the assassination of Young Master Kane, they let every one go, surely there would be no good ending for them.

The Golden Knights directly suppressed the rebellion with their formidable martial prowess.

They even bombed the railway and blocked all critical passages, temporarily trapping everyone in the camp.

Seeing this, the hunters could do nothing.

The stretch from the camp to Sinless City was extremely dangerous, and without the armored train, it was unlikely that an ordinary hunter could make it back alive.

Though there were many hunters, they were not united.

A real fight would get them no benefit.

After some deaths, the rebellion quieted down.

Leonard, on the other hand, was nonchalant.

The more chaotic, the better.

He was curious as to how daring the Lionheart Family was to overreach into the Old Continent.

After exiting the tavern, Leonard set up his tent in the camping area.

No matter how lively the camp was, he still had to continue his training.

Opening the tent’s lamp, Leonard opened his classics and began to read whilst meditating.

The collection of texts that he had yet had time to carefully read, brought out from the Outpost Battle, belonged to Mage Rolan.

Now that he had some downtime, he could catch up on his extracurricular reading.

He was also curious to find out just what kind of ancient civilization the “Delaney Kingdom,” now vanished from history, had been.

What connections, if any, did these civilizations have with the present?

Without the boost of Space Enlightenment, Mage Rolan’s manuscripts and magic texts offered no translations, only a worm-like ancient script.

Leonard read cautiously, comparing his notes from before, translating as he went along.

This ancient script seemed even older than Taren’s Classics, and more closely aligned with High-level Demon Language.

Especially in the magic books, some clearly depicted runes and mystical symbols with a profound legislative meaning.

The content was deep and esoteric, appearing incredibly dry.

However, Leonard relished the feeling of immersing himself in the sea of knowledge.

His extraordinarily high enlightenment and eidetic memory allowed him to digest this profound knowledge more quickly.

Each time he understood a part, he felt a sense of achievement and satisfaction, like he had reeled in a fish from the sea of knowledge.

An intuition told him that this insight would be incredibly helpful in his future transcendent journey.

The more he understood, the greater the doors to the mystic world opened for him.

Time flew by unnoticed.

Leonard’s brain functioned like a high-speed processor, constantly processing the information flowing into his mind through his eyes.

However, the good times didn’t last long.

During this high-speed operation of the brain, Leonard suddenly froze.

His head felt empty, as if he were fainting, and his thoughts began to lag.

It took a while before he came back to himself.

Yet Leonard didn’t seem too surprised. He glanced at his pocket watch and mumbled, “Two minutes… Longer than the last time, huh…”

This wasn’t his first encounter with such a situation.

Ever since he obtained his eidetic memory ability, he had been absorbing all kinds of knowledge from this world like a whale gulping in water.

However, from a certain day onwards, he noticed that when he immersed himself in this state of learning, his brain would occasionally “crash..”