Chapter 716: Chapter 234: You Teleport Me Here, Can I Refuse?_3
However, this is not something you can learn if you simply want to.
It also depends on an individual’s talent, and the Demon Mark and career planning they choose for the future.
Leonard Churchill didn’t rush to answer. He glanced at Pigeon and thought about some things Barre Shepherd, the former mentor, had taught him.
He picked up an empty silver teapot and then flicked it with his finger.
After a clear ringing sound, the teapot began to emit a faint, continuous hum.
Leonard casually asked, “What did you see?”
Pigeon clearly didn’t understand why Leonard was asking this question.
But he smartly guessed that this gentleman was testing him, similar to how his father had often quizzed him on medical knowledge.
As if afraid of giving the wrong answer, he stammered, “I… I saw you tap the kettle.”
Leonard smiled, encouraging him, “What else?”
Bolstered by the encouragement, Pigeon mustered up the courage to describe everything he saw, “I saw the jar vibrating. Uh… The air was vibrating, too. The dust in the air was moving with the ripples, like waves, rippling and undulating. Oh, and the sound! I heard the sound of the vibration, as if tiny, tiny ripples were hitting my ears. And my… the hairs on my arms, even my heart seemed to vibrate…”
Upon hearing this, Leonard stopped eating and asked in return, “Has someone taught you this before?”
Pigeon, thinking he had said something wrong, timidly shook his head.
Leonard’s expression immediately turned bizarre.
Initially, he thought the boy was just very observant.
But after listening, he realized it was more than that.
It was an acute perception of the patterns of energy and force transmission.
If there was no deliberate training, then it was a highly sensitive awareness of “Air” and “waves.”
In other words, a talent!
Wasn’t this the kind of Martial Arts genius Barre Shepherd had talked about?
Leonard was suddenly at a loss.
He had intended to teach something trivial, but what if he had chanced upon a raw gem?
Seeing Pigeon looking at him waiting for a response, Pigeon finally gathered the courage to ask, “Mr. Sunny, did I… did I say something wrong?”
Leonard turned to face the little boy, his surprise subtly dissipating, and said, “You did very well.”
Since destiny had brought them together, he had already decided.
If time and conditions allowed, he would teach the boy something truly powerful.
How much he could learn would be up to him.
“Oh, that gentleman sure can eat. He must have eaten the portions of dozens of people by now. Oh, the food on the table is running low again; I need to inform the kitchen to prepare more,”
“I heard some of the refugees haven’t eaten in many days, so it’s normal for them to eat a lot. He’s the hero who saved the young lady; we can’t neglect him.”
Outside the room, the maids brought more food from the kitchen to the room.
But as soon as they stepped out of the room, they couldn’t help but whisper among themselves.
Leonard’s appetite was unprecedented for them.
It was only one adult and one child, yet they consumed an amount of food that would normally be sufficient for an entire banquet.
No sooner had the maids left than Vera Williams approached from the other side of the corridor.
She had also intended to check on the person who was said to be her savior, but upon overhearing the maids, she became puzzled.
The Security Squad Leader Sam warned her, “Miss…”
Being a Second Tier card master, he knew all too well that such an immense appetite signified either extraordinary talent or a significant physical demand.
The first type, occasional legends of a “big eater,” wasn’t uncommon, but if it was the second type, then caution was warranted.
Vera nodded, immediately catching on, “Yes, I understand, Uncle Sam.”
The square-faced guard had watched over her since she was young, a familial elder whom she trusted completely.
Although Vera didn’t believe the person inside had any ill intentions toward her, it was always better to be cautious.
The pair approached the room.
But just then, Pigeon’s voice calling out “Mr. Sunny…” reached their ears.
Vera stood frozen on the spot, as if struck by lightning.
She thought she had misheard and stopped to listen more intently on the spot, only to find that the child inside was indeed saying “Mr. Sunny”!
After confirming she hadn’t misheard, Vera also felt disbelief.
Could it be… her pen pal?
Although she had hoped for a meeting.
But how could Mr. Sunny be here, in the remote Bolton Town in the western part of the Federation?
And, her letter hadn’t even been mailed out yet.
Even if it had been sent, it was only written this morning; how could the person have arrived so quickly?
After a flurry of complex thoughts, the intense anticipation in Vera’s heart was instantly extinguished: Certainly, it couldn’t be him. If it was Mr. Sunny, he would surely be in another place.
But, with such a peculiar name, how could there be someone else with the same name?
At this thought, Vera calmed down again.
At that moment, the guard knocked on the door.
Vera spoke gently through the door, “Sir.”
Leonard had been aware from the beginning that there were two people standing outside the door.
Though he was in a state of extreme weakness, his hearing and sense of smell were still sharp.
Even from the footsteps, he had deduced that the visitors were a young girl and a composed Close Combat Card Master.
Inside the Rose Chamber of Commerce, the only ones that fit the bill were Chairman Williams and the Second Tier Security Squad Leader.