Chapter 818: Chapter 259 The True History of the Taren Dynasty’s Collapse_3
Noah Wright received the jar and glanced at the other two cloth bags on Leonard’s waist with a strange expression on his face.
Leonard had no intention of hiding the fact that he had two more bombs.
Although these things were treasures, it made no sense to hide them. He couldn’t deal with them now.
One was already troublesome enough; if the other two on his body also cracked…
He would truly be cracked open as well.
Fortunately having met someone who knew some truths about ancient history, Leonard asked directly, “So, what’s the deal with this jar exactly? How many are there?”
Noah Wright had difficulty with the smiling face on the jar. Spreading his hands, he said, “I don’t know either. These Spell Clay Pots are said to be relics left from the era before last. They are truly associated with higher divine beings. They’re even tied to the origins of the Card Master Civilization and some truths about the world… Of course, many strange Disaster Objects are too.”
Leonard gave him a questioning look, asking, “So, what should we do with it?”
Noah Wright returned a helpless look and said, “Don’t look at me with that expression. There are too many secrets in this world, and I don’t know everything. However, ancient relics from before the Great Catastrophe are all tied to peculiar life patterns. Since you’ve got it, you might as well keep it for now. No one else has the Life Pattern to hold it…”
Besides [JOKER], he really couldn’t think of anyone else who could hold the jar.
Speaking of which, Mushroomhead seemed to notice Leonard’s concern and added another sentence, “It’s not that easy to break.”
Leonard felt that was the only way to go.
At least it could be used as a “Spirit Gathering Jar”.
While they were communicating, an unexpected change occurred.
The cloth bag in Noah Wright’s hand suddenly lit up with an eerie red light.
The God Stealer Ring on Leonard’s finger responded instantly, and he thought urgently, “Not good!”
The cloth bag, which showed no signs of abnormality in his hand, ignited immediately once in Noah Wright’s possession.
Then, the pottery jar with golden lines repairing its cracks fell into his hand, and a dizzyingly evil aura of blood seeped into his pores without giving anyone time to react.
Noah Wright watched as a layer of green phosphorescence appeared on his hand, as if trying to organize the contamination spreading from the jar.
But his own arm had already turned the dark cyan color typical of a vampire.
Everything happened too quickly, and Leonard couldn’t prevent it. He warned, “Are you contaminated?”
Noah Wright’s gaze became slightly solemn, and he nodded, “Yes.”
Still, his tone showed little surprise as he said, “They were after me in the first place. Without a Pursuer of Light dead, those guys wouldn’t dare show their faces.”
Hearing this, Leonard breathed a sigh of relief.
Although he knew Mushroomhead must have been prepared, after all, the Blood Plague was no joke.
But he didn’t ask further.
Reuel Bible had been in Sinless City for a long time before.
Noah Wright, as the Pursuer of Light, had been absent for so long, and now that they’d finally met, it was certain some preparations had been made.
He was all too familiar with the machinations of a high-end game; it was best not to ask if the other party didn’t mention anything first.
Once the cards were laid out, he could lose everything.
Noah Wright forcibly suppressed the blood aura on the jar and then said with a meaningful tone, “For now, the game of cards seems to have evenly matched forces on both sides; it’s difficult to tell who has the upper hand in terms of skill. Besides betting on some luck, we might need to let some factors outside of the game decide the winner. I’m not sure what those might be.”
Saying this, he looked over.
Leonard knew he was already in the game.
In this round, many people had quietly joined, only they weren’t aware of it yet.
And his [JOKER] was a Universal Card not limited by the game, which seemed somewhat useful.
But if the Pursuer of Light didn’t know, how could he know how to play?
The leader of the Song Family was nearing death.
Not only had many outsiders come to Sinless City,
in a secret room at the Flood Gang, the rulers of the Song Family gathered as well.
But the atmosphere was not harmonious, and debates were relentless.
When Mr. Dove entered the room with a file, the already tense atmosphere turned sharply confrontational.
Fierce arguments erupted!
“I think since we can’t agree, why not just manage separately… I’ve been handling the Federation Railway and Gedo Mine for so long, I’ve made my contributions, and I plan to keep shouldering some of the family’s burdens. That includes the seats on the board and the media…”
“Second, have you thought this through? All your so-called ‘business’, everything was given by the family. To be blunt, a dog could do better in your place. What do you think you’ve contributed to the family? What right do you have to say such things?”
“Yeah, Second, don’t think we don’t know you’ve been colluding with the Whites behind our backs, already promising out 30% of the Federation Railway shares? Too bad you’re just waiting for grandmother to pass away, aren’t you, so you can split the inheritance!”
“I won’t mention anything else, Second, but do you really think it’s appropriate to collude with outsiders against your own family?”
“Enough! Big Brother, Third, and you Fifth and Sixth, do you have the nerve to say that to me? Your own backend schemes aren’t any better than mine! If I don’t do something, by the time a few of you make a move, I’m afraid not even the bones will be left of me!”
“You all shut up! Mr. Dove is still here! Everything is according to grandmother’s will! No matter how you guys fight, I only care about the designated spokesperson grandmother appointed for the Federation Bank… the rest have no right to speak!”
“If we can’t agree, then let’s not talk. Everyone just tend to their own affairs.”