Catastrophe Card King

Chapter 703: Chapter 231 [X-077 Super Spacetime Postage Stamp]_2

“…”

Hearing this, Monica’s eyes flickered with hesitation, obviously having difficulty deciding, and she remained silent without speaking.

The Magician seemed to see through something but said nothing, only adding, “Don’t forget our identities.”

With that, he continued, “Also, don’t be careless. The Old Ancestor of the Song Family hasn’t shown herself much in recent years, but her tactics when she was young were anything but simple. There has been a lot of movement within the Song Family lately, and it all seems to bear her shadow…”

Monica responded indifferently, “I understand…”

….

Within a secret room of the Flood Gang.

An old servant with white hair entered the room and replaced the Soul-sustaining Incense.

In the chair, an elderly person with white hair was holding several pieces of correspondence, her eyes dampening at the corners.

She thought back to a hundred years ago.

A young girl in a princess dress was lying on her desk, looking at a letter that had not been replied to for a long time with a troubled and bitter expression.

In the last letter, the “Mr. Sunny” mentioned that he was going to a very dangerous place.

The young girl had worried about this for a long time.

Finally, she wrote this last reply.

The handwriting on that letter was still clear: “Mr. Sunny, I hope you are safe. If possible, after you have taken care of your matters, could we meet?”

The girl’s reserve almost prevented her from writing such a straightforward invitation.

But she thought that if Mr. Sunny really met with an accident and she never saw him, it would be a lifelong regret.

So she mustered the courage, blushing as she wrote this final letter.

But the letter never left her hands.

It was never “sent” out.

Yet somehow, what she wanted to convey had gotten through.

It was a very strange experience.

At the time she couldn’t understand why.

It wasn’t until many years later that she suddenly realized.

It turned out the last letter wasn’t unsent.

It was just that the Stamp had run out of energy, allowing her to meet Mr. Sunny, who was a hundred years late.

This led to a meeting she would never forget.

As she was reflecting, she noticed the butler who had stood quietly nearby for some time, and the old lady turned her thoughts back to the present.

“What is it?”

“Miss, there is news from Mr. Robin Smith; that ‘Magician’ Peter and the lead of the Royal Dance Troupe, Miss Monica, have been confirmed as professional agents sent by the Orlan Remnants… Should we take care of them directly?”

“No rush. Let them be. Even though we are in business, it ultimately comes down to strength. Lew, that naughty lad, is indeed the most gifted and promising of our Song Family’s younger generation, and he is the one I have the highest hopes for. However, his mind is not yet set, and he lacks a bit of courage and experience. Let him suffer a little setback this time. After all, heartbreak is what makes a man grow up fast. Leave it to him to deal with…”

“Yes, Miss. Also, the First Branch and the Second Master’s Branch have been very active behind the scenes lately, with several Senators from the Miller Family, White Family, and Morton Family frequently making contact. It seems they are plotting to seize the qualifications of the Federal Silver State Committee…”

“These are jackals and wolves drawn by the scent. Thinking the Song Family will fall apart the moment I die? Heh… Outsiders aside, even people within our own clan… Since they don’t think of the family, we don’t need so many scheming individuals. Dispose of them all. Anyway, the successor managers are already well-trained. The Song Family can have only one person in charge.”

“Yes, Miss.”

“Right, send these letters out.”

“…”

The butler looked at those letters, nodding slightly as well.

In the entire Song Family, only he knew the significance of these letters to the mistress.

The old lady handed over the letters she had treasured all her life, and in that moment, it was as if she had expended all her strength, leaning back in the chair.

Her eyes, growing ever cloudier, fixed upon the sparkling crystal chandelier on the ceiling; her memories shone back at her, involuntarily coming to the forefront of her mind.

The last vestiges of her life’s obsession had finally found resolution.

She smiled in relief.

Grateful for the encounters in life.

And fortunate that I met you in my most beautiful years.

The elderly woman’s face bore a satisfied smile as she murmured to herself, “My time has come, huh…”

…

On the first floor of the Flood Gang.

Leonard Churchill looked at the skinny man in front of him holding a black umbrella and wearing a Hunting Deer Hat, and found it quite a coincidence.

This fellow stood in an inconspicuous and dimly lit corner; if he hadn’t taken the initiative to greet him, he might have been easily overlooked.

“Mr. Churchill, long time no see.”n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

“Mr. Smith, what are you doing here?”

This man was none other than the Great Detective Robin, whom he had met a few times.

The last time they had met was in Lion City, and to think they would meet again in the Flood Gang.

Others might not recognize him in his perfect disguise, but Leonard was not surprised that this man managed to recognize him.

Now looking at him, it was probably due to his abilities to recognize spirits.

After all, he had saved him before, and Leonard didn’t pretend not to recognize him, jokingly saying, “Is Mr. Smith also interested in spending some leisure time at the Flood Gang?”

“No. I’m on a commission to investigate some matters.”

Robin adjusted his monocle and scrutinized Leonard, unable to help but remark, “Your disguise is really getting more and more sophisticated. You almost fooled me. Did you master the technique of Control Air… impressive indeed.”

Every time they met, there were drastic changes.

This Great Detective was also surprised.

Leonard merely smiled without a word.

He was indeed very strong now.

But he didn’t feel he had any reason to be proud in front of this man.

Leonard was more curious about something else, asking, “You’re not here to investigate me, are you?”

This coincidence was a bit too timely.

He remembered last time, this Great Detective said he was tasked by someone to protect him.