Catastrophe Card King

Chapter 740: Chapter 240 Poker Round: Four Kings Carry the Coffin (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Leonard Churchill encountered an acquaintance a hundred years ago, an incident so absurd yet plausible that he couldn’t calm his thoughts for a long time.

“Can you believe that a person hasn’t changed at all in a hundred years?”

“What’s with this Elder Clinton exactly?”

Leonard felt this was even harder to understand than traversing through time and space.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Vera Williams, standing beside him, followed his gaze as he stopped in his tracks and looked ahead.

Poker Divination Shop?

It turned out to be a respectable establishment after all.

Vera casually asked, “Mr. Leonard Churchill, are you interested in divination?”

Leonard wasn’t exactly interested in divination, but he didn’t know how to express that; he could only casually say, “You could say that.”

Upon hearing his response, Vera blinked in confusion.

Could such a wise man as Mr. Leonard Churchill actually believe in this?

Looking at the sleazy old man with the gapped front teeth, it was clear from his appearance that he couldn’t be relied on, and Vera didn’t forget to remind him, “But I’ve heard from Teacher that the wandering diviners on the streets are basically swindlers. After all, divination carries a hefty price, usually one’s lifespan, or it can impact one’s own life pattern. They wouldn’t just come out to give divinations for a little money…”

The advertising was so crude, a scam for sure.

And it’s supposed to be free?

Who would believe that.

“…”

Leonard, hearing this, just smiled without saying a word.

It wasn’t easy to speak of other diviners, but this one… truly was a high expert beyond measure.

After all, even Barre Shepherd, that cranky old man, had to call him ‘Senior’.

Having encountered an acquaintance, Leonard was certainly going to greet him.

But he also instinctively pondered a question, should he allow Vera Williams to meet Elder Clinton, this “Great Cause and Effect”?

If she got involved and her life pattern wasn’t strong enough, it could result in death.

….

While Leonard was hesitating, a pair of shrewd, murky eyes peered out from behind the curtain.

Immediately, the jaundiced old face broke into a smile like a blooming daisy, the wrinkles bunching together, making him look even more untrustworthy.

Vera wanted to leave, but seeing that Leonard hadn’t moved, she patiently stood by his side.

Eager for an interested customer, Elder Clinton, dizzy with hunger, quickly came out to greet them, shouting enthusiastically, “Hey there, young man, with that imposing air of yours, you must be a hero of extraordinary valor… Ouch, and this young lady is no less impressive, with a spirited and intelligent light in her eyes, she is surely destined for great wealth and honor. The two of you, a fine match indeed. Come, come, come inside the shop and let me give you a thorough divination…”

This obsequious behavior didn’t show a hint of the demeanor of a master; instead, the word ‘Swindler’ seemed to shine even more brightly on his face.

However, upon hearing these words, Leonard narrowed his eyes slightly.

The old man’s casual remarks had hit the nail on the head with a critical strike.

Vera, on the other hand, didn’t see it that way. Teacher had said these divining tricksters liked to attract customers with pleasant words.

But… these words seemed quite nice.

Sudden;y, Vera changed her mind. So what if it’s a scam? Spending a little money to hear some auspicious words sounded good.

Leonard, seeing Elder Clinton take the initiative to come out, decided not to fret any longer.

If Vera could establish such a large Black Gold Trade Union, she definitely had a strong life pattern. Meeting this man might not be a disaster after all.

With that thought, Leonard followed Elder Clinton into the shabby Poker Divination Shop.

The tent was bare, just a worn cloth with an old set of paper poker cards that had turned black with age on it.

The old man had just sat down cross-legged when his stomach started growling loudly.

Leonard, seeing Elder Clinton in such a rickety state, didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Hadn’t he just received some bread yesterday? Why did he look as if he hadn’t eaten in days?

Leonard glanced at Vera beside him, who was considerate enough to take out a piece of black bread and hand it over, saying politely, “Old sir, this is for you.”

Even though Vera thought of him as a “fake diviner,” as a commoner just trying to make a living, she didn’t harbor any ill will.

Elder Clinton took the black bread, his face lighting up with joy as he kept thanking her, “Oh my, thank you, young lady.”

He hadn’t even started the divination, and he had already been given a reward; this must be his lucky day.

Leonard watched Elder Clinton’s every move carefully; his appearance and demeanor were indeed exactly the same as they would be a hundred years later.

He casually asked, “Senior, have we met somewhere before?”

Elder Clinton looked confused, “Huh? This… old man’s memory isn’t too good. Have we met?”

Leonard just smiled and shook his head.

It was clear he shouldn’t have held any expectations.

Elder Clinton from a hundred years ago definitely wouldn’t remember him.

Even if he did recognize him, with his memory, he surely would have forgotten.

Huh… so does that mean I had encountered him a hundred years ago?

Upon this realization, a complex logic of cause and effect began to churn in Leonard’s head: Could it be that my future self was also influenced by this meeting?

Before he could contemplate further, Elder Clinton spoke up, “What would you two like to divine? How about, to start, you draw two cards?”

Having received his payment, the man maintained a sense of professional ethics, eager to show off his skills.

Although Vera didn’t believe this gentleman was truly a diviner, she was still very curious about this folk divination.

After glancing at Leonard and receiving a nod of consent, she said, “Why not, I’ll draw one first?”

Elder Clinton shuffled the poker cards and fanned them out gracefully on the black cloth, “Alrighty! Young lady, pick any card you like.”

Vera reached out and drew a “Spades 8” from the deck without much thought.

Elder Clinton’s eyes narrowed into a smile as he exclaimed, “Ah, that’s a good card. It speaks of nobility and a life not lacking in wealth.”