Catastrophe Card King

Leonard Churchill carried both of them for a while before he found a corner in the passage that was almost devoid of monsters, and stopped there.

After setting them down, he patted his old friend.

Camilla opened her eyes, looked around at her surroundings, and when she saw that there were no skeleton monsters, she took a breath of relief: they were safe now.

Indeed, this guy always had a way out.

Looking at the black blood soaked on his clothes, Leonard casually reminded, “Your injuries are pretty severe.”

It wasn’t his blood, but from carrying his old friend.

Upon hearing this, Camilla didn’t want to discuss the cause of the injuries, she just said lightly, “Hm.”

She hadn’t had time to treat her wounds while they were escaping. Now, with a little respite, she turned to look at her back and pulled out a potion, tipping it over the wound and causing a sizzling sound with corrosive fumes.

It seemed to hurt a lot, causing her movements to stiffen for a moment.

Leonard observed her somber mood. He guessed that whoever hurt her back must have been someone she trusted deeply.

Her silver hair showed the suppressed injury was indeed serious.

However, Churchill had no interest in prying into people’s secrets.

If people chose to talk, he would listen.

If they didn’t, then it was over.

The two had a basic understanding, and there was no need for further discussion.

At that moment, the Spirit Communicator named Tracy Garcia woke up.

She stirred as if coming out of a nightmare.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she jumped up immediately and vigilantly scanned her surroundings.

Seeing that Camilla was unharmed, Tracy finally relaxed, lowering the cards in her hand.

Leonard only noticed that she was a girl with jet black hair tied in a bun when her coarse cloak was blown apart while they were running earlier.

Her face was obscured by a gas mask, but judging by her youthful voice and lively eyes, it seemed her features wouldn’t be too bad.

What drew attention was her curvaceous figure.

Even in the loose adventure tactical suit, her ample bosom was evident.

This was a mature figure that completely contradicted her cute bunned hairstyle.

Though Leonard was taken aback by her appearance, he didn’t think much of it.

As if she was waking from a dream, Tracy asked Camilla while still looking disoriented, “Sister Camilla, where are we?”

She remembered that her spirit seemed to be attacked and then she suddenly fell unconscious.

Then she woke up here.

Camilla didn’t answer her question, but instead reminded, “Little Garcia, it was this gentleman who saved us.”

“???”

After hearing this, Tracy looked over with a puzzled face, seemingly contemplating the meaning behind the words: He saved us?

With this thought, her fragmented memory began to clear up.

Right.

We were running away just now!

Where are all those endless skeletons?

Looking around, Tracy realized there were no monsters in sight.

The disbelief in her eyes quickly gave way to disbelief. We’re really safe now?

Leonard watched Miss Spirit Communicator, who seemed to be a little slow on the uptake, with a smile in his eyes.

Miss Spirit Communicator seemed to not have fully returned to consciousness, and blinked her big eyes repeatedly, as if the words “Am I still in a coma and dreaming?” were written all over her face.

Camilla was used to Tracy’s slow reaction time, so she reminded her helplessly, “Little Garcia, you should say ‘thank you’…”

She remembered the first time in Room 407, when she discovered Leonard’s unbelievable ability to turn the tables, she was also in this dazed state.

But before she could finish speaking, the pain from the wound in her body surged again, and her expression changed instantly.

Although she wanted to endure it, the pungent taste rushed up her throat suddenly, and she spat out a mouthful of fresh blood with a “puke”.

The severity of her wounds, after fighting hard for a long time, was already severe.

Camilla quickly tried to suppress it with her Curse Power.

Witnessing all of this, Tracy panicked, and quickly stepped up to help treat the injury.

With the threat of the monster waves gone, the sense of crisis had temporarily dissipated.

It seemed as if Tracy’s brain had just processed the information moments ago, and while preparing medical tools, she gratefully told Leonard, “Thank you, sir, for saving Camilla and me. You can call me Tracy.”

Now that she had thought it over, if the man in front of her had harbored any ill intentions earlier, they all would have been at risk without him doing anything.

He clearly wasn’t an enemy.

As she spoke, she also apologized, “I’m sorry for… earlier… I…”

She wanted to say something, but it seemed that she felt betrayed by her companion. She was at a loss for words, unable to reveal the family’s disgrace.

She stammered for a moment.

Churchill didn’t take it to heart, smiled politely, and introduced himself, “Leonard.”

After the exchange, the three fell into a brief silence.

Tracy didn’t have time to say more. She was completely engrossed in treating Camilla’s wound. She cut open the back of Camilla’s clothes with scissors, revealing a terrifying, burnt wound the size of a fist.

Only then did Leonard realize that his old friend’s injuries were even more serious than he thought.

Tracy’s wound treatment skills were evidently more professional. She didn’t pour the potion onto the wound abruptly. Instead, she took out surgical tools to clean the wound.

First, she carefully cut away the pieces of rotting flesh emitting thick black smoke from the wound site.

Once the cutting was done, she delicately washed the wound with a potion.

Then she took out a green card, and after activating it, the green six-pointed star on the card lit up with the green light of life, swirling around the wound.

Only then did she carefully begin to stitch the wound shut.

The entire process of healing, from cutting to stitching, looked painful..