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With the aid of the clown mask disguise, Leonard Churchill walked swaggeringly into Lion City under the watchful eyes of many at the city gate.

Having been away for a few days, the city had changed drastically.

Various buildings sprung up like mushrooms after the rain.

Steel and steam chimneys dominated the cityscape, and the construction sites were buzzing with activity.

Steam trains from Sinless City streamed in daily, bringing in a large number of newcomers.

The streets were packed with hunters and opportunists brandishing guns and swords.

Disguised as an ordinary swordsman, Leonard Churchill blended into the crowd without attracting any attention.

Observing the strands of Mental Power converging on the skyscraper of the Golden Oak Corporation, he pieced together a semblance of a conspiracy: “Absorbing such a large amount of terror emotion, the Lionheart Family should definitely be aware. That said, it seems that the Lionheart Family intentionally built this New City, not just for clearing the land, but also to provide ‘nourishment’ for that big shot from the Orlan Dynasty? Tsk, these dignitaries truly don’t see common folks as human beings…”

Thinking about this, Leonard Churchill revealed a sardonic smile.

The so-called nobility was nothing more than this.

The exploitation measures of high-ranking nobility towards the lower class were truly dirty and bloody.

A huge investment was made to build this Lion City, and ordinary hunters thought of it as a golden opportunity.

However, upon arrival, they not only risked their lives to clear the territory for the Noble Class but were also used as nourishment for the spirit.

Being in a fear-stricken environment for a long time, and suffering from spiritual pollution and depletion, while they wouldn’t die instantly, it was definitely not a good situation.

And unfortunately, everyone was kept in the dark.

“Really, human nature is truly ugly…

Upon picturing this, the cold smile on Leonard Churchill’s face deepened.

He liked this dirty world.

As he walked in the crowd, he also began to absorb some of the fear-laced strands of spirit.

He kept observing as he walked along.

Initially, he wanted to directly go to the Hunter’s Association to sign up for the exploration mission of “The Third Holy Grail War: The Siege of Ironforge”.

However, as he walked, he suddenly spotted a familiar face in the crowd.

A young boy with a mushroom haircut carrying a leather book bag was coming out of a restaurant with a tray in his hand, walking towards a street that wasn’t too crowded.

“Noah Wright?”

Leonard Churchill recognized this small assistant who had been with Reuel Bible.

If his guess was correct, the leak in his undercover identity last time should have been done by one of those two assistants.

Most likely, it was that one named Ada.

What is this mushroom head… doing here?

Once Leonard Churchill figured something out, he followed.

There were many people on the street, and no one paid much attention to him.

After walking for a bit, he noticed a badge of the Security Station hanging on the street.

Now that Lion City was flooded with outlanders, there were frequent daily occurrences of public security cases like alcohol-induced trouble, theft and murder, group fights…

The Security Station was filled with people.

However, the construction speed of the city didn’t match the planning, and the Security Station resembled a shabby warehouse.

Prison cells were nothing but open-air iron bars.

The iron cells held many criminals, all clearly visible at a glance.

When Leonard Churchill came over, he saw Mushroomhead, carrying a tray, standing in front of an iron cage.

So, he was delivering food.

However, when Leonard Churchill saw the unkempt bearded man in the cage, he gasped slightly.

“Old Bible?”

Leonard Churchill’s expression immediately became serious.

Seeing his old friend imprisoned, he immediately thought that he must have been implicated because of him.

After all, during their previous encounter in Mysterious Realm, without Reuel Bible’s cover, Leonard Churchill, who had been hunted down by those people from the X Bureau, would never have escaped with his life.

Moreover, according to what Tracy Garcia’s mother had said later, it was her son’s destiny that Leonard was hunted down for. Although he did not fully understand what had happened, it was definitely a major event.

Since Reuel Bible had helped a “key target” escape, his responsibility for the incident wouldn’t be small.

However, thinking of this, Leonard Churchill immediately thought of something, he thought to himself: “Deliberately detained… Is it aimed at me?”

Such an iron cage couldn’t contain an expert like Reuel Bible.

The only explanation was that he had voluntarily been caged.

Or, for some reason, he had to stay here.

Like having an expert nearby.

Also, considering how conspicuously he’s kept here, it’s likely that those people from the X Bureau haven’t given up. They still want to lure out related personnel?

It was an overt plot, but the bait was simply irresistible.

As Leonard Churchill thought of this, he didn’t show the slightest hesitation towards danger but strode over.

…

Meanwhile, the mushroom-headed Noah Wright was delivering a tray with fragrant roasted chicken and a jug of wine into the cage.

Old Bible took a bite of the roasted chicken, his mouth full of oil, and from time to time he downed a mouthful of fragrant wine.

The other prisoners beside him watched with longing, but no one dared to come closer.

Old Bible’s overwhelming killing intent was not something that low level card masters could approach.

The law enforcement officers on the other side also knew his identity, and did not stop the trick, allowing this special treatment with meals.

As he ate, Old Bible said, “I’ve never understood why you’ve been hanging around me. Now, some things are becoming clearer… Tsk tsk, I never expected that the ‘Illumination Secret Society,’ which the Bureau has always been investigating, would have its people right in the Bureau.”

“…”

Noah Wright didn’t offer any explanation.

His harmless, naive face showed no signs of panic, he spoke in a voice only he could hear, “Some old guys in the O5 Elder Council have been corrupted by power and money, and the X Bureau is no longer the absolutely neutral containment organization it was when it was first created. Captain, didn’t you notice that the order has been disrupted this time? I’ve seen that historical inscription and know about the interregnum history three thousand years ago. Both the Orlan Remnants and the Silver Moon Sect have grand ambitions. But this is also where the key to changes lies…”