I! Cleaner!

"Why is there another lost wallet?"

Looking at the Duke of Lionheart anxiously searching his own body, Jacob's heart, which had just calmed down, suddenly jumped again.

The incident of the guest losing their wallet yesterday had already caused him to lose his job as a waiter in the VIP area, forcing him to greet guests at the entrance. If the same mistake occurred just a day apart, he might not even have this job left. And if this ill-tempered duke insisted on pursuing the matter, getting fired wouldn't be out of the question!

Damn it! Why is it so hard for these damn guests to keep track of their wallets?

"Sir... don't worry, let me help you recall."

Taking two deep breaths, suppressing the heart that almost leapt out of his chest, Jacob, who thought things were not going well, forced a smile and said,

"You're sure that before entering our drinks area, your wallet was still on you, correct?"

"You're stating the obvious!"

After switching out the Master Performer, Leon, who lost his wallet, stomped his foot and shouted in anger, his face full of anxiety,

"Didn't I show you my identity badge before? If I didn't have my wallet, where did I take the identity badge from? Was it from a dog on the street, carrying it in its mouth to me?"

Was it like this?

Trying hard to recall the situation when entering, Jacob seemed to remember that it was indeed the case and bit his lip when he started sweating on his forehead, his voice slightly trembling,

"Then where have you been since you entered?"

"You brought me everywhere on the way here, and you still ask me?"

Leon, who had lost his wallet, shouted twice and anxiously said,

"The entrance, main stage, stairs, bar, and this private room! Just these few places! Damn it! How could my wallet be gone?"

"Don't worry, don't worry! Maybe it just dropped somewhere along the way, let me help you look for it!"

Even though he kept saying not to worry, Jacob's mind was already in a panic. He quickly turned around, wanting to retrace their steps to search the area, without doubting whether Leon had really lost his wallet.

After all, the other party was a genuine nobleman. Even if he was mocked by nobles for living off the princess's soft rice, he wouldn't pretend to lose a wallet to mock a little waiter like him, right?

So it seemed the most likely place for the wallet would be after taking out the badge, or he might have put it on the main stage when signing something. If he searched quickly enough, maybe no one else would have picked it up yet...

...

"Wait!"

Just as Jacob was about to leave, he felt a sudden pain in his wrist, as if someone had forcefully grabbed him.

Looking back in surprise, Jacob was horrified to find that the Duke, who had lost his wallet, was squinting his eyes and examining him suspiciously.

"Why are you running?"

"Huh? I was going to help you find your wallet!"

"Finding the wallet is fine, but I asked why you are running?"

In the slightly dim room, Leon's sharp black eyes looked like two dark misty lamps, devouring the surrounding brightness while also swallowing the little courage Jacob had left.

"If you want to find the wallet, why didn't you wait for me to go together? Why are you so eager to leave my side?"

"I... I was worried that someone else might pick up your wallet..."

"Worried my wallet would be picked up by someone else, or worried you wouldn't have time to hide what you stole?"

"You think... No! It wasn't me! It really wasn't me!"

Seeing Leon was starting to suspect him of taking the wallet, Jacob shook all over and then shook his head, eyes full of fear,

"I really didn't take it! I have never stolen anything from anyone! I swear!"

He was telling the truth; he really hadn't...

Leon nodded slightly after observing Jacob's soulfire, which, although panicked and fearful, showed no "contradiction" or "conflict," and continued probing while squinting his eyes,

"I suppose I'll trust you didn't take it... but do you really not know anything?"

"Wh... what do you mean?"

"I mean, people working as waiters usually don't want to offend others.

For instance, if my wallet was left on the bar, and you saw someone else take it but realized that person was someone special, afraid of causing trouble, you might purposely say you knew nothing or didn't see that person's face... Would you do that?"

"No, no! I wouldn't! I... I shouldn't!"

"Hmm? Why did you hesitate when you said that?"

Seeing Jacob's soulfire showing minor instability and conflict, yet not to the extent of lying, Leon couldn't help but frown. Then he switched from the "suspicious duke" to the "outraged duke," saying coldly,

"Tell me quick! What are you hesitating about?"

"I... I..."

"I've been patient enough!"

Leon, the Impatient Duke, raised a finger, his expression unfriendly,

"This is your last chance. Tell the truth about what you're hesitating, or don't blame me for calling in people to arrest you! I hope when you fall into the hands of the Secret Investigation Bureau's secret police, you can still be this stubborn!"

"No! I'll tell you! I'll tell now!"

Seeing the Duke in front of him was truly angry, Jacob panicked and quickly spilled the beans,

"The reason I hesitated was because yesterday there was also a guest who lost a wallet. She lost her wallet just like you, and I clearly remember that someone took it, and I specifically looked at that person, trying to remember their appearance.

But... but when the guest who lost the wallet came back looking for it, I just couldn't remember the face of the person who took the wallet, only remembered someone did pick it up, and I can't even remember whether it was a man or a woman..."

Unable to remember a face...

So was it a memory-erasing anomalous object? Or an anomalous object that made presence lower?

After storing the gathered information in his mind, Leon's expression changed slightly, and he remembered the Aberrant Names Register from the Gemini Sub-bureau, along with someone from there—a female reporter named Nicole.

If he remembered correctly, she had something that could eliminate traces. Was making witnesses forget her face also part of Yangwei's effect?

Without the Aberrant Names Register, it might not have been obvious, but with the presence of an anomalous object from the Gemini Sub-bureau and signs of Gemini Sub-bureau member activities, it all seemed very suspicious...

"I see..."

Murmuring to himself, Leon slightly softened his tense expression, looked at the very frightened waiter in front of him with a peaceful face, and said,

"Then I'll tentatively believe that you didn't take my wallet... Eh... I originally planned to have a good drink today, but I couldn't even register, and my wallet was lost too!"

After waving off his disinterest, Leon stood up with a disappointed look and said,

"Forget it, no more drinking!"

"Oh, sorry, really sorry!"

Seeing Leon seemed to give up on investigating the wallet, Jacob couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief and quickly followed behind, escorting him down the stairs step by step, then asked for paper and pen at the main stage, eagerly saying,

"If you don't mind, could you tell me the design of your wallet? And anything inside that you can reveal?"

"Hmm."

Considering to put on a full show, losing the wallet and not being hurried to find it while wanting to leave only raised suspicions, Leon casually made up,

"My wallet... is naturally embroidered with the Ryan Family's lion crest, then stitched with my name using expensive gold thread, containing my picture, and there's quite a lot of money inside...

I forgot exactly how much because for someone like me, remembering to bring money is good enough, who has the energy to count how much was brought? Anyway, there's always enough to spend, don't you think?"

"Right, right! You are absolutely right!"

Cursing under his breath that damn nobles deserved to get crushed by an 18-wheel steam carriage back and forth, Jacob wore a smile as he escorted Leon to the waiting area. Then he hurried back to the main stage with the recorded features.

Meanwhile, sitting on the waiting area sofa, Leon squinted and pondered what exactly that female reporter from the Gemini Sub-bureau wanted to do, and whether she knew about the news that the Aquarius Director was sent to the Realm of the Dead...

"Your Grace!"

Just as Leon was frowning in deep thought, an excited calling voice suddenly reached his ear.

Leon raised his head in surprise and saw Jacob coming over with an exquisite golden thread wallet, full of joy as he reported cheerfully,

"Your Grace, your wallet has been found!"

"..."

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