Catastrophe Card King

Chapter 778: Chapter 250: Did Elder Clinton Erect the Stele Himself?_2

“…”

Elder Clinton listened with an unchanged expression, yet the light in his eyes grew deeper.

At the bottom of those eyes, it seemed as if he gazed back three thousand years, to when the small snake lay coiled on the sealing, licking at the divine power that leaked from it.

….

Hearing this, Leonard Churchill felt his thoughts tying themselves into knots.

What was going on here?

This sentence was packed with information!

So the giant snake had really lived for three thousand years…

But that wasn’t important.

The important thing was that three thousand years ago, it had actually seen Elder Clinton?

Leonard had previously been told by Catherine Carter that this mysterious old man had lived for two hundred years, and he was already shocked beyond words.

But now, it suddenly jumped to three thousand years?

And by the looks of it, Elder Clinton looked the same three thousand years ago.

Otherwise, the King Snake wouldn’t have recognized him at a glance.

So, the old man might have been alive for even more than three thousand years.

“Could it have been a mistake?”

This was Leonard’s first reaction.

No, the King Snake belongs to the Immortal Aegis Animals. In a way, it has become a divine being, worthy of incense and worship. It makes sense that it could live for three thousand years.

How can you, a human, live that long?

Oh, wait, the snake said that Elder Clinton might not be human.

At this thought, Leonard couldn’t help but twitch his eyelid, no matter how well he managed his expressions.

So, if the old man isn’t human, what is he?

And there’s another issue!

This stone tablet was actually erected by Elder Clinton himself?

Leonard had always thought that this black stone tablet was some ancient relic recording the secrets of a higher civilization, and that Elder Clinton was looking for it to uncover some great mystery.

But you’re telling me that this tablet was put up by Elder Clinton himself?

What’s the connection…

He erects a stone tablet and then searches endlessly through the years.

Forgetting what he was looking for, where it was, what was on the tablet…

Until approaching the tablet seemed to bring back some memory.

Leonard was completely baffled by this logical relationship.

But suddenly, a thought popped into his head: does this sound like the memo of someone with dementia?

The most absurd guesses often turn out to be the ones closest to the truth.

Some high-level power must have forced Elder Clinton to forget certain memories.

But he had to remember them.

So he erects monuments repeatedly, time and time again, in search of his memories.

With this thought, Leonard felt oppressed by the profound mystery, his breathing growing heavy.

….

At that moment, Elder Clinton, who had already taken on an ethereal air, did not respond to the previous topic but spoke lightly, “The Taren Dynasty has already perished. Your duty is fulfilled.”

The King Snake’s tone suddenly turned somewhat melancholic and much gentler, “Is that so? It couldn’t withstand the Great Catastrophe after all. I had guessed as much. The White Family hasn’t sensed my presence in thousands of years. It seems they’ve fallen too… The Elements in the East Wilderness are too scarce, and now that I’ve honored my promise to the White Dragon, I plan to leave this place…”

Elder Clinton’s eyes narrowed slightly, revealing traces of eternal years as he said faintly, “Stealing divine power for three thousand years, you do have a hope of taking that final step. But this path you walk is destined to be fraught with calamities. Setting out this way, how confident are you that you can get through?”

Upon hearing this, the King Snake’s expression changed dramatically, revealing a hint of terror, “You… What kind of being are you?!”

In an instant, Leonard felt as if the world was spinning, his pupils dilating.

In a daze, he saw Elder Clinton exchange a glance with the giant snake, as if they communicated something.

But at that moment, his ears caught no sound.

…

“Hey, hey, kid, are you alright?”

Time passed, but Leonard couldn’t say how long, before Elder Clinton’s voice reached his ear.

Regaining his senses, his eyes finally focused.

He waited a moment, and his memory pieced back together.

Leonard felt as if he had just had a brief, absurd dream.

He remembered, the giant snake seemed to have returned, and had a conversation with Elder Clinton?

Strange, why can’t I remember what they said?

Why do I have the notion of “absurdity” in mind?

It felt like a very, very absurd dream.

Leonard was somewhat perplexed.

Looking at the sly smile of the old man in front of him, he asked, “Senior, what happened to me just now?”

Elder Clinton also pursed his lips, and said in a low voice, “I don’t know. You just stood there silly like that. I thought you might have been contaminated by something…”

“…”

Leonard frowned as he listened.

Had he been under an illusion?

He thought of the fragments of his partial memory and asked, “By the way, where’s that giant snake?”

Elder Clinton casually replied, “It came by, then it left.”

Leonard: “It left?”

“Yeah,”

Elder Clinton thought for a moment and gestured with his hands, adding, “It vanished into thin air.”

As he spoke, the old man stuffed a piece of Mithril ore into his pocket, adding, “Oh, I asked it for you, it said you could take the Mithril.”

This was also a perk for mining explorers, to take a portion as a reward when a Mine Vein is discovered.

“…”

Leonard knew he wouldn’t get any more information.

But he had a feeling that he might have heard some earth-shattering news.

…

Leonard didn’t plan to stay in this mine any longer, preparing to leave the place first.

Mining and such could be left to the professionals later.

Most importantly, he wanted to avoid trouble.

Eventually, the jar would end up in the hands of X Bureau, and those agents were very likely already nearby.

If they found him here, it would mean a lot of trouble.

Leonard certainly did not want to be taken in for interrogation.

Vera Williams and Pigeon were still unconscious, having been overwhelmed by the earlier pressure; there was no telling how long they might remain out.