Chapter 240 Poker Round: Four Kings Carry the Coffin (Requesting Monthly Tickets)_4

The girl's expression was full of confusion, and she glanced sideways at Leonard Churchill, only to find that he had fallen into a profound contemplation.

For a moment, no one spoke in the tent.

After a while, Leonard Churchill shook his head in self-mockery, waving away those thoughts that he could not comprehend at the moment, and bowed, "Thank you for your guidance, elder."

Elder Clinton looked completely at ease, embodying the demeanor of a sage.

But in the next instant, the smugness in his eyes and the small gesture of rubbing his hands together completely shattered that demeanor.

His expression genuinely conveyed his thoughts: Look, you seem pleased, shouldn't there be an extra charge?

....

Leonard Churchill was familiar with the old man's character and simply smiled, nodding at Vera Williams, "Could you give the elder another piece of bread?"

Not too much, just enough will do.