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“Hiss…”

Leonard Churchill gazed at the revamped attributes with anticipation.

This scalpel-like weapon has always been his best match, killing countless enemies.

After devouring the dark matter crystals from the coffin in the Underground Palace, his mental power doubled, and controlling his telekinetic flying knives became no issue.

Not to mention, the attributes of the flying knife have been significantly improved.

Most importantly, it seemed that he might soon have six of such scalpels?

The bull-headed blacksmith looked at the two of them entering, glanced at them and mumbled something under his breath.

Unfortunately, without Elder Clinton to interpret, they couldn’t understand what the blacksmith was trying to express.

Considering that the items were not yet forged, they decided to simply wait there.

After all, this bull-headed blacksmith was an unknown level of Catastrophe.

It was quite safe to stay inside the blacksmith’s shop.

Catherine Carter, who was injured, had no hurry to leave and instead began to recover her wound from the side.

Meanwhile, Leonard Churchill meditated quietly in a corner of the shop, getting familiar with his recently boosted physical attributes.

Hours passed in a blink.

…

Leonard glanced at his pocket watch, and realized that the time had surpassed the previous point of return.

The blacksmith shop in the small alley was located in the core district of Summer Shepherd City, it would likely take a long time for the outside hunters to break in.

There was no disturbance so far.

However, the noise of battle had never ceased outside.

Leonard glanced occasionally at the nearly completed flying knife on the forge platform, growing increasingly concerned.

The closer it was to completion, the more he had a premonition that something unexpected might happen.

Low-level hunters may have difficulty reaching the city center at this point, but the top-level card masters could.

If someone discovered this blacksmith shop, a conflict would be imminent.

From what he could see, all the forces—be they from the Lionheart family, the White Family, X Bureau, or the Silver Moon Sect—who entered the ruins were not here with good intentions.

And after Leonard’s werewolf bloodline had reverted, his crisis instinct became sharper and sharper.

Good premonitions may not always come true.

But if he felt that something bad was about to happen, it was almost always accurate.

Noticing Leonard’s furrowed eyebrows, Catherine Carter asked him from the side, “What’s wrong?”

After several hours of rest, her wounds had significantly improved, and her cheeks looked flushed once again.

Leonard glanced at her and said directly, “I get the feeling that the longer we stay here, the more trouble we’re likely to encounter.”

The moment Catherine heard his words, her expression became serious.

But it seemed, aside from staying, they didn’t have much of other choices.

In an unfortunate twist of fate, an unexpected visitor came to the blacksmith shop during their conversation.

A guise completely concealed by a black cloak walked into the shop without making a sound.

Seeing this, the expressions on Leonard and Catherine’s faces changed simultaneously.

What surprised Leonard was that the person had entered the shop before they had sensed it.

There were no footsteps, no smell, no trace of existence at all!

Only two possibilities could explain this: either the person who entered was not human, or they were incredibly skilled human!

Even though the newcomer was shrouded in a cloak, Leonard’s eidetic memory made him instantly recognize the person—wasn’t this the one who quietly opened the seal and released the Angel’s remains back in the Underground Palace?

Everyone who went down to the Underground Palace was a skilled one.

Seeing this mysterious person suddenly appearing in the blacksmith’s shop—something was definitely wrong.

Both he and Catherine Carter were wearing gas masks, but evidently, the newcomer also seemed to recognize them.

Although he was not certain if the newcomer was an enemy, the moment they faced each other, Leonard’s muscles subtly tensed.

At any sign of danger, he would retaliate instantly.

Surprisingly though, after the cloaked figure walked in, he didn’t so much as glance at the two of them in the corner, but went straight to the forge table and started conversing with the bull-headed blacksmith!

The voice was low and steady, with no discernible gender.

But the key point was—he was conversing!

Conversing with a Catastrophe!

“What the…”

As Leonard and Catherine caught each others’ eyes in surprise, neither dared to act rashly, but they could both see the shock in each others’ eyes.

Aside from Elder Clinton, who had lived for god knows how long and could understand ancient Tarun language, was there someone else who could understand it?

What exactly was this person’s background?

Linking back to the scene where this figure casually opened the sealed coffin of the Angel’s remains, a strong sense of mystery washed over them.

Upon reflecting on this, Leonard felt his tension slightly relieved.

Clearly, this figure did not show hostility upon their meeting and seemed not to be an enemy.

However that mystery represented strength.

There was no need to think about it—it was obviously immense strength.

So much so, that there was no need to consider how to deal with it.

Thus, Leonard and Catherine watched as the bull-headed blacksmith master interacted in a more amiable fashion with this cloaked figure than it had with them.

They seemed to share a… familiar feeling?

Having picked up on these subtleties, Leonard became even more puzzled.

This was an ancient ruin that had been sealed for thousands of years—could there be someone who recognized the Catastrophe?

Although they couldn’t understand the conversation, they could clearly see that this mysterious figure had also come to forge something.

It seemed that he was not the only one who thought about taking advantage of this situation.

After the bull-headed master handed out a couple of glittering items to the mystery person, they started talking again.

As they spoke, the mysterious figure’s gaze fell upon the nearly completed scalpels on the forge table.

At that moment, Leonard’s pupils slightly shrank and he became immediately alert again.