As he spoke, he lifted the cloak, revealing a steady face and the distinctive Mushroomhead hairstyle.
Those eyes, full of wisdom, scanned the street, as if expecting someone to appear.
Leonard Churchill saw the fellow, a slight curve appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he walked out.
Not far away, that Mushroomhead looked at the appearing Leonard, and his previously calm expression showed an uncontrollable joy, then he bowed respectfully: "Teacher!"
"Hmm."
Leonard nodded.
It was quite a coincidence, meeting his disciple in Saint Lance City.
Looking at Darcy in front of him, he felt a vague sentiment.
Twenty years had passed.
Unknowingly, the little Mushroomhead had grown into the Ninth Tier expert standing before him.
Being a Pursuer of Light, he was certainly one of the few in the world who could touch the truth of history.
It was clear that this Mushroomhead had figured something out, which is why he appeared here at the first moment.
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