Catastrophe Card King

No one knew exactly what it was.

But according to the rules of the game, all the cards on the betting table must be people who have already shown their faces in the hall.

Everyone speculated there was a hidden fifth member of the Thirteen Knights.

Catherine also fell into deep thought.

One of the opponent’s two cards played must be the famous “Pursuer of Light”.

She wasn’t foolish.

Although she didn’t know who the current “Pursuer of Light” was.

But since she had comprehended that domain, she knew that whoever faced this person couldn’t win.

Instead of wasting her own strong cards, it would be better to sacrifice some weaker ones and at most, lose one round.

After all, judging from her own hand, the opponent’s remaining “Dark card” probably wasn’t very strong.

She would play first, revealing a weaker card.

If the opponent played “Pursuer of Light” and won this round, she could still ensure she’d lose only one round.

If the opponent did not play it, it would at least be a draw.

Three draws and one loss were still acceptable.

With that thought in mind, Catherine clicked on her third card.

The colorful poker cards dispersed, and on the spacious betting table, an entire team of twenty or thirty knights suddenly appeared.

Seeing this, the onlookers were surprised.

“What’s happening?”

“This is… a straight formed from mixed cards?”

“Hiss, this means the other side’s hand is also a mixed card?”

“…”

The banquet hall was not lacking in guests who were proficient in these gambling methods, and upon seeing this hand, they immediately guessed.

In the corner, Leonard Churchill also froze in expression.

He too had been pondering what the Thirteen Knights’ “Dark card” could be.

But seeing Catherine play a “straight”, he also realized that the “Dark card” might be different from what he had expected.

It wouldn’t always be a legendary powerhouse like before.

Rather, it could be a being of not too high a tier.

Mixed cards?

Suddenly, Leonard had a bad feeling.

If it’s on the betting table, it must be someone present here.

That included himself.

Conveniently, he and Camilla were very close, good friends even.

“Heh heh… it couldn’t really be me, could it?”

Thinking this, Leonard grinned.

That kind of silent understanding surged again, and he felt, that old friend would do something like this.

He had been eager to try such a grand stage before.

But he also felt he couldn’t join in.

Yet, looking at the current round-based system, it seemed… possible?

The moment the thought hit him, his fighting intent could no longer be restrained.

A Clown’s destiny is to dance on the stage…

Even if it means dying on stage, it’s the grandest of final bows.

Moreover, Leonard was vaguely aware that the layout of this game was more complicated than what it seemed.

To be personally involved in a struggle of this level truly made his blood boil!

Off to the side, Catherine Carter was also deep in meditation about what the Thirteen Knights’ “Dark card” might be.

Suddenly she noticed the change in Leonard’s expression and awoke with a start, “You don’t… know those people, do you?”

It was only then she realized she hadn’t asked

But considering her mysterious man from last time, and everything prior, this guy had a very complex identity and background.

“Heh heh…”

Leonard tilted his head and chuckled, already responding.

Because at that moment, he also sensed the old friend at the betting table looking his way.

With a shared understanding, Camilla had already clicked on her third poker card in front of her.

While everyone was guessing what “Dark card” she would play, a comical Clown made a dramatic entrance.

Catherine watched the person who had suddenly disappeared from her side, and her expression became subtly complicated, “That guy really does know them…”

…

“Eh… who is this guy?”

“Strange, there wasn’t such a mask in the Thirteen Knights.”

“A Clown? Seems familiar; where have I seen it recently?”

“…”

The onlookers watched as a stranger with a Clown mask appeared at the betting table and immediately started whispering among themselves.

If it’s not the Pursuer of Light, then this must be the Thirteen Knights’ “Dark card”.

Who is he?

Why would they send him out?

What abilities does he have?

Each question lingered in everyone’s minds.

Leonard stood at the betting table, with the rules of the game shining on him like a spotlight, making him the center of attention.

At that moment.

Like a demon taking possession, his body twitched weirdly, not out of fear or cowardice, but out of uncontrollable excitement, he began to laugh maniacally, “Heeheehee…”

The moment he stepped onto the stage, that familiar sensation rushed over him like a blazing flame.

It reminded him of the first time he played the Clown, performing at the circus.

Nervousness, timidity, curiosity, and unease, mixed with a strong desire to express…

Despite his naivety.

Yet, from that very first performance, he had earned thunderous applause.

A Clown is born for the stage.

But now, he was completely composed.

From the eager eyes around him, he felt intense fervor.

The audience needed an utterly spectacular show.

And Leonard, on stage, had never disappointed.

Hahaha… this is the feeling!

His heart resonated with a certain sensation.

“Heh heh… time to dance…”

Leonard’s exaggerated sneer stretched from his crimson lips to his ears, then he suddenly looked up beyond the betting table and deeply bowed to the audience, performing a professional actor’s opening courtesy.

…

It was this opening courtesy that left everyone present dumbfounded.

When Leonard first stepped onto the stage, from this Clown, they felt an unabashed frenzy, ferocity, and fierceness.

Yet, that impression was suddenly and forcefully reversed by the bow he had just performed.