Catastrophe Card King

Two days swiftly passed.

Early that morning, Leonard Churchill got up and dressed with the help of two maids, and then proceeded to eat his breakfast as usual.

After his last return from the Fragrant Hill Apartment, Baron Ramon had sent over two attractive maids.

After trying them out, he found their professional competence far surpassed that of the servants he had hired from the agency.

Churchill didn’t want anyone else to be contaminated, so he gave a generous sum of money to both the butler and the two maids he had originally hired, and dismissed them.

As he suspected, the warning of religious contamination had not stopped, no matter what methods they had used.

However, this was a good sign.

For the people of the Silver Moon Sect, only a valuable target was worth the great effort made to contaminate.

The daily mission of reciting the invitations was also delegated to the two maids.

Today was another ordinary day, usually filled with seven or eight appointments.

Churchill was casually reading the day’s latest newspaper while eating his breakfast.

Although it seemed inadvertent, he was actually expecting something; he muttered to himself, “They should have detected my anomaly last time. The Lionheart Family is going to hold a banquet after the day after tomorrow, they should make their move then…”

Churchill’s undercover mission wasn’t a lonely journey.

Reuel Bible was also making connections through the X Bureau, providing him with some necessary assistance.

Especially when it came to getting closer to the high-ranking nobility.

Churchill had known in advance that the Lionheart Family would be hosting a banquet the day after tomorrow, and he was among those invited.

Because Saul Miller was killed, the Silver Moon Sect’s infiltration plan for the Miller Family was declared bankrupt.

After the X Bureau professionals intervened, almost all the Old Days Believers in the Miller family were wiped out.

The few deep sleepers left didn’t dare to pop their heads out.

Therefore, the Silver Moon Sect currently viewed the Lionheart Family as the best choice for their plans.

At that moment, one of the maids recited an anticipated invitation: “Baron, Baron Ramon has sent an invitation, inviting you to dine at the Fragrant Hill Apartment this evening.”

“Oh?”

As he heard it, Churchill’s brow lifted in agreement: “Alright.”

Churchill didn’t believe the leader of the Silver Moon Sect, who had repeatedly escaped the X Bureau’s arrest, was a fool.

Therefore, he never thought that he could play the infiltrator role well by simply disguising as Charles.

To truly infiltrate the enemy, he needed to give off an air of sincerity.

By the evening, Churchill was dressed in formal attire and hit the road.

This time he didn’t carry the cursed ceramic jar, the Angel’s Holy Nail, or any relics, cards, or equipment that might expose his past identity.

But Churchill didn’t think it made any difference whether he carried them or not.

Now that Baron Ramon had been confirmed as a member of the Silver Moon Sect, this could be considered as crossing into enemy territory alone.

Should he be exposed and a fight ensue, even a pile of equipment wouldn’t save him.

Being an infiltrator was inherently a high-risk profession.

Yet, Churchill wasn’t worried in the slightest.

Instead, he found himself increasingly looking forward to the high-stakes battle of wits and courage.

Death if he loses; nothing could be more thrilling than that.

It was time to see who had the upper hand!

Before long, the steam car stopped at the entrance of the Fragrant Hill Apartment.

An attractive maid escorted him into the apartment.

Even though he had visited once before and witnessed the precious collection of the prodigious collector, Churchill still felt a restlessness as he looked at the collection that filled the room.

Last time, he had been a guest and didn’t think much about it.

Now that he knew they were the enemy, there was no need for politeness.

Should the opportunity arise, these items were a treasure trove that could not be overlooked.

Baron Ramon, always impeccably well-behaved like a perfect gentleman with a handlebar moustache, didn’t expose a single flaw, joyfully saying, “Baron Charles, it’s been a long time.”

Churchill’s ear twitched slightly, confirming that he was the only guest invited this time, and he responded with a smile, “I am extremely honored to receive an invitation from Baron Ramon.”

He knew that he had caught a big fish.

Having been contaminated for so many days, Churchill felt that he should be more friendly.

So his performance was similar to that of a close friend, full of merriment and enthusiasm.

After their conversation, they ate.

Despite the dinner just being a preamble,

The renowned collector had prepared an extravagant banquet, serving a number of rare delicacies.

Although Churchill suspected there might be something off about the food, he still relished every bite.

The two of them casually discussed various topics related to high society.

Finally, the main event arrived.

As they were eating, Baron Ramon suddenly remarked, “By the way, Charles, I recently obtained a rare ancient artifact, which I haven’t shared with anyone yet. Your family, the Norlingtons, have ancient and noble blood, and are aware of some secrets unknown to ordinary people… Could you help me decipher the origin of this artifact?”

Churchill was genuinely interested in the ancient artifact, but he said modestly, “You flatter me, Baron Ramon. I know without looking that anything that has caught your attention would undoubtedly be a treasure.”

He knew that the other party definitely wanted him to have a look, so he added, “However, I am actually very interested in seeing it.”

Hearing this, Baron Ramon laughed and clapped his hands.

At that moment, a woman with her face covered walked in, carrying a tray on her hands.

The tray held something covered with a cloth, but it appeared to be a spherical object.

Churchill glanced at it and then allowed his glance to linger a moment longer on the masked woman.

If he was not mistaken, this was the Silver Moon Sect Leader who had stepped out of the oil painting that day.

Wow, a personal appearance.

As soon as she entered the room, the atmosphere instantly became ambiguous and dreamy.