Chapter 672: Chapter 223 The Number One in the World (Please Subscribe)_2

In just a few short days, Leonard Churchill felt that he had gained and comprehended more about martial skills than ever before.

Before long, he successfully reached the seventh floor.

It was still in front of that bottomless pit.

The withered old man was meditating cross-legged there.

But it wasn’t the deep meditation approaching hibernation that it was before.

Upon hearing footsteps, the old man also woke up immediately.

Leonard Churchill took out the wine and greeted again, “Senior.”

Although he still got no response,

He felt things were progressing in a good direction.

At least the old man didn’t erupt and rob him of all his wine; on the contrary, he was given the chance to come every day.

Leonard Churchill vaguely felt that the old man’s actions seemed to have some deeper intention, such as observation or some sort of test.

After all, if he didn’t want to bother at all, he wouldn’t have given him the chance to bid favor by bringing wine.

The old man also naturally walked over and leisurely began to drink the wine.

Leonard Churchill stood quietly to the side, much as he usually did.

The surrounding mental pollution still induced irritability and restlessness, but it was much better than the first time he came here.

Moreover, since he had issues with his spirit himself, he could slowly begin to touch upon this pollution.

And so, he watched.

Leonard Churchill’s feelings were quite mysterious.

The old man drinking wine was like a rewind in time, almost every visit involving the same motions.

Swirl the bottle, take a sip, savor the taste…and repeat the process.

But what was different was that each day he persisted a little longer, he would see different subsequent motions.

This time, he finally waited until the old man finished the wine in the bottle.

As Leonard Churchill was thinking of offering a second bottle, considering he was in the old man’s debt,

He didn’t expect that across from him, the old man would shake the empty bottle and, for the first time, initiated conversation, “Hey…kid.”

Leonard Churchill perked up upon hearing this.

This was their first conversation!

The old man’s lazy gaze shifted over as he continued, “You’ve made quite the effort to come here, even bringing me this fine wine. Tell me, what is it you want?”

The question was very direct, but it also filled Leonard Churchill with a strong sense of hope.

He didn’t beat around the bush, “I would like to ask the senior for the secrets of ‘Gluttony.'”

The old man wasn’t surprised at all that Leonard Churchill was after the Breathing Method and simply asked in return, “Oh, where did you hear that I possess this Secret Skill?”

While speaking, he asked with a tone of displeasure, “And, how did you know to find me here?”

“No one told me. I guessed it myself,” Leonard Churchill replied truthfully.

He had previously surmised, since Lord Nine Brown and Master Merlin both avoided the topic, there must have been a reason. Even Abel, at the point of death, only mentioned “Upper State Prison” and dared not speak of this person’s existence.

At the time, he had guessed that this person did not wish to be known to outsiders.

Leonard Churchill then retold his reasoning process, “I came across the Gluttony Secret Method by chance, and it happens that my Professional Sequence allows me to cultivate it… After that, I inquired about Abel…”

In the presence of such a high-level expert, there was no need for complicated explanations—a brief mention, and the other party would understand.

After listening to his reasoning, the old man’s expression softened instantly, he murmured to himself, “Abel? Oh… that little porter.”

The old man seemed to recall something from more than ten years ago and caught the brief moment of apprehension in Leonard Churchill just now, casually remarking, “Back when the security of this mine wasn’t so tight, porters often came in to deliver food. There was a young man with decent aptitude, so I casually imparted a few Mantras to him. Sadly, he later became twisted by mental pollution and lost interest…”

“…”

Leonard Churchill kept observing and relaxed his brows at hearing this.

He had been worried about the relationship between Abel and the old man, as, given their connection through the teachings, if not master and disciple, there should have been some familiarity.

And Abel had been killed by him.

Now, it seemed there wasn’t much of a relationship.

At the same time, Leonard Churchill learned that Abel’s violent temper originated from the contamination encountered here.

After reflecting, the old man grumbled with annoyance, “And here I thought it was either that old Merlin or that boy Nine Brown who revealed it to you…”

Listening to this, Leonard Churchill added a comment, “Lord Nine Brown and Master Merlin are seniors that I respect deeply, but they did not mention it.”

He was not surprised that the man could mention those two names accurately.

After all, that Leonard Churchill could stand here with Third Tier strength would surely lead any expert to conclude that his Profession Card was of very high Quality.

In the entire Sinless City, only Master Merlin could craft such a Profession Card.

Plus, he had always been on full guard, and while others couldn’t detect the Tyrant Body Secret Method he practiced, this man certainly could.

In the entire Federation, only Lord Nine Brown knew this Secret Skill.

And just by chance, both of them knew this senior.

Leonard Churchill even thought that it was very likely because this man recognized his connection with Lord Nine Brown and Master Merlin that he had been given the opportunity to bring the wine.

What surprised him, though, was the manner of address.

“That boy Nine Brown” and “that old Merlin.”

With the old man referring to them in this way, it implied that he might be from Master Merlin’s era.

No wonder Leonard Churchill did not recognize him.

This man… might actually have been alive for over a hundred years.

Upon this thought, Leonard Churchill felt he might have guessed who he was.

Catherine Carter had mentioned before, that the Gluttony Secret Method was traced back to a martial arts prodigy, Barre Shepherd, who had vanished without a trace eighty years ago!

The reason Leonard Churchill hadn’t considered this before was because he thought that too much time had passed and the person was probably dead.