I! Cleaner!

The next day, at the Purification Bureau, next to Leon's office.

"Emma! My dear Emma!"

After touching her own empty wallet, the "Red-haired Director," known for her cunning, pulled her best friend's arm and pleaded with a wretched look,

"Can you... can you lend me some more money?"

"Not necessarily."

Glancing at her expressionlessly, Emma lowered her head to keep working on her documents and said coldly,

"Went drinking again yesterday?"

"Uh-huh..."

"Then no."

"..."

"Director Olivia, I haven't finished my purification report. Do you have anything else?"

"No more..."

"Then please go."

Watching her best friend coldly pointing her hand towards the door, the Red-haired Director reluctantly moved toward the door, hoping to hear someone change their mind.

But as fate would have it, even when the Red-haired Director slowly drifted into the hallway, the door with the "Emma Alman" nameplate firmly closed, she still didn't hear the tender call she once longed for.

Heartless woman...

With a sigh, the Red-haired Director quietly knocked on the door next door and called out sweetly,

"Leon~ Dear Leon, are you in?"

"Come on in!"

At that moment, the door that just slammed shut mysteriously reopened, and Emma, filled with disdain, appeared at the entrance and pulled her into her office.

"Last time! Tell me, how much do you need to borrow this time?"

Huh?

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Seeing Emma's sudden change of heart, the Red-haired Director raised an eyebrow slightly, then smirked subtly and said meaningfully,

"Emma~ Why did you suddenly change your mind? Could it be..."

"Do you still want to borrow or not?"

"Yes!"

Seeing the increasingly hostile look in her best friend's eyes, to avoid provoking the 'money god,' the Red-haired Director quickly swallowed her teasing words, then raised her right hand and gestured.

"Not much, just five Gold Wheels this time!"

Only this much? Considering it's you, it's really not much.

Somewhat surprised, Emma looked at the Red-haired Director, opened her wallet, counted out five Gold Wheels, and handed them over, then curiously asked,

"Why are you borrowing so little this time? Usually, when you ask me for money, you start with three or fifty, right?"

"This time... the situation is a bit special..."

With a look full of gloom, the Red-haired Director said,

"Yesterday, after drinking until midnight and paying, when I picked up the leftover drinks to return to the bureau, I suddenly realized I'd forgotten my wallet. When I went back, the waiter told me that someone had already taken my wallet, and he didn't remember the person's face either. So this time, I don't need to borrow much. Just enough to get by these few days until Jerry finishes his task and can get his 'friends' to help find my wallet."

"..."

So you're a Zodiac Bureau's Director of Purification, a powerful figure with a record of slaying True Gods, yet you drank so much you forgot your wallet? Are you serious?

Blinking speechlessly, Emma stuffed the Gold Wheels into the Red-haired Director's hand and reminded her in annoyance,

"In those places you go, the drinks are very expensive, and the patrons generally aren't short on money. They usually wouldn't take others' wallets, and that waiter seems very suspicious as well. Generally speaking, in high-end bars, if a waiter notices a guest has lost a wallet, most would help store it; if they didn't notice, they'd simply say they didn't know. Even if they saw someone else take it, to avoid taking responsibility, they'd likely say they didn't know. But he specifically told you that someone had taken it without remembering the person's face, which is quite strange. Though it may not be him who took it, he probably didn't tell you the truth."

After analyzing the situation, Emma suggested,

"How about this: tell me the name of that place and what the waiter looks like. I'll ask Leon to swing by after work to see what's really going on."

"Well... once Jerry returns to the bureau, he'll be able to directly retrieve my wallet, so it's better not to trouble Leon with it."

Recalling what she said to Leon when inviting him to drink yesterday, the Red-haired Director's face flushed slightly, and an unaccustomed feeling of shame rose in her heart.

"Keep in mind, when someone has a weakness known to all, you'd better be careful."

'Learn from this, Little Lyon~ You're still too green~'

The statements that felt so cool yesterday and left Little Lyon shocked became rather poignant after she had drunk herself into forgetting the wallet.

If Little Lyon finds out, she'd probably be too embarrassed to see him all week...

"..."

Hold on, if we're talking, let's do it right. Why are you blushing?

Seeing the Red-haired Director's slightly shy cheeks, and recalling how she and Leon's lips swelled together in the Realm of the Dead, Emma's heart skipped a beat, then she gritted her teeth and asked,

"Olivia! Did you... say something to Leon again after I left yesterday?"

???

Hearing Emma's question, the Red-haired Director's heart also skipped a beat, then instantly returned to her usual composed expression and calmly asked in return,

"What?"

Damn! You can fool others but not me! Whatever you say with that expression can't be trusted!

Biting her lip, Emma didn't respond but got up and walked towards the door.

As for the Red-haired Director, who was clueless about what went wrong, she instinctively called out to stop her,

"Wait, he's not in there! Leon has already left!"

Hearing the Red-haired Director's words, Emma paused slightly, then turned her head and looked at her suspiciously.

"He really isn't here."

Seeing Emma stop, the Red-haired Director let out a sigh of relief and quickly said,

"It's already noon. Before you came back, Leon went to the police department cafeteria for lunch."

"Really?"

"Really!"

"Then why did you knock on his office door knowing he wasn't there?"

"..."

...

"Steady now!"

After piling five or six pieces of fried cod onto Leon's tray, the cafeteria lady at the Police Department shook her wrist and scooped a full ladle of beef, pouring it all with broth over the rice.

"Alright, off you go! If it's not enough, come back for more!"

"..."

More? If I come back for more, I'll be stuffed to the point of bursting...

Staring at the amount of food enough for two grown men, not sure where he had caught the cafeteria lady's favor, Leon, practically full already, could only smile bitterly and request,

"Uh... could I..."

"Tomorrow is green pea salmon, roast chicken, and mushroom cream soup. Check the menu at the entrance for the rest... Finish up and move along, we've got people waiting!"

"..."

I wasn't asking about tomorrow's menu; I was asking if you could give me a bit less...

With a line of towering police officers hungrily gazing from behind, Leon hunkered down, carrying his tray away from the serving station and settled at his usual spot, staring at the plate full of food with dismay.

That's way too much... This pile of food could probably feed even a pig until it's about seventy percent full, right?

But just as Leon took a deep breath, deciding he'd rather risk overeating than waste food, a pig, oh no... a familiar figure carrying a tray, sat in the empty seat across from him.

"Knew you'd be here!"

Slapping her tray onto the table, the female officer with two big dark circles under her eyes said seriously,

"Leon! I need your help with something!"

"Okay... but first, you need to help me out!"

Seeing his savior arrive, Leon nodded eagerly, and he hastily used the female officer's spoon to scoop half of his stew onto her tray.

"Help me eat a couple pieces... Aunt Diana piled up my plate so much today it's a bit too much..."