I! Cleaner!-Chapter 1000 - 919: Olivia’s Resolve
"Back already?"
Leon's footsteps were already heard, but the red-haired director didn't look up at him. Instead, he continued to compare his hair with scissors while casually asking:
"Is everything arranged at the Realm of the Dead branch?"
"It's on the right track, I guess..."
After responding, Leon couldn't help but curiously ask as he watched the red-haired director continuously measuring his hair:
"But Director you... What are you doing now? Haircut?"
"I'm temporarily transferring the control of [Slaughter Blood Hair]."
After explaining what he was doing, the red-haired director finally determined the approximate position, the bronze scissors in his hand closed with a click, and a lock of bright red hair was cut off. He then waved away the scattered hair with a serene expression and explained:
"Although this item is my abnormal possession, it also bears the responsibility of protecting [Eleven Ant Nests], so if I want to leave the capital, I have to transfer control of [Slaughter Blood Hair] to a successor to ensure the most important ant nest doesn't have any issues."
Leaving the capital?
Upon hearing this, Leon blinked and then asked in surprise:
"Did something happen at the Realm of the Dead branch during these days? Why even you need to go on a mission?"
"You're overthinking, just a vacation."
Glancing at Leon's hair with a touch of white, the red-haired director temporarily stopped the scissors and said with a smile:
"Because I have to stay in the capital all year round to ensure the safety of [Eleven Ant Nests], my working hours are the longest among all the branch directors, I've hardly had any time for rest.
With the Slaughter King Association severely weakened and the Realm of the Dead turned into the Realm of the Dead branch by you, it's rare for there to be a period of calm, so I've decided to find a nice place to take a break."
So that's it...
After listening to the red-haired director's explanation, Leon nodded in understanding, but soon felt something was off.
Based on his knowledge of the director, she seemed to be the type that preferred calm over action... Or to put it bluntly, whether she wanted to "move" or not before, she would just become "calm" after drinking too much.
For her, the enjoyment of going out for relaxation is far less straightforward than a good drink, so...
"Where do you want to go?"
With a look of interest, Leon put his hand behind his back and grabbed the black goat's head skin, then asked with curious eyes:
"I've just finished the work at the Realm of the Dead branch, planning to take a few days off, could you tell me how you plan to relax? Maybe I can use it as a reference."
"..."
"..."
"You really are..."
After a brief moment of silence, looking at Leon's turned away right hand, the red-haired director couldn't help but shake her head with a helpless smile:
"You even suspect my vacation? You're too cautious, can't you be a little sunny?"
"You're the one who lied first."
Seeing the red-haired director proactively reveal, Leon then brought his hand from behind, grabbing the black goat's head openly while he squinted slightly and said:
"I respect others' privacy, I can refrain from asking what you don't want to say, but since I came back, you've been acting odd, so there's definitely something wrong!"
"I'm normal, what's odd?"
"It's that you're acting normal that's odd."
"..."
"Stop pretending."
Seeing the red-haired director's somewhat speechless expression, Leon became more determined in his guess, pursing his lips before directly exposing:
"Based on my understanding of you, during such rare idle times, you should be drinking at work already! If you're 'normal,' then what I should have seen when I got back would be a drunken you.
Besides that, you'd be drinking and winking at me, asking if you could help advance your future year's salary after becoming a director, or urging me to ask Taurus for the Wine God's pearls.
If I disagreed, you might even threaten me with the drunkenness, claiming that if I didn't help you get [Soaking Wine Pearl], you'd report me to Veronica for harassment or something, how could it possibly be this serious now?"
"..."
Even though it was baseless speculation, it did seem like things she would do...
Facing Leon's reasonable analysis, the red-haired director smacked her lips for a moment, then decisively gave up on the idea of concealment, nodding briskly instead.
"You're right, I do have something I'm keeping from you."
"So you..."
"But I just won't tell you."
"..."
Leaning on her broad chair back, crossing her legs, the red-haired director looked at the speechless Leon and said with a smile:
"Even though now you're a director, half a level above me, you can't make me listen to everything, right?
As for what I plan to do after leaving the capital, if you can guess, guess, or if you can catch up, you can chase, but I won't say anything~"
"Really won't tell?"
"Won't tell."
"Want to reconsider?"
"No need."
The red-haired director smiled confidently, toe casually swinging as she said:
"Today you... you?"
"Having guessed you might cause trouble for me, I specially went to see Taurus before coming back and got the Wine God's pearls."
Tossing the small ball the size of a beer bottle cap, Leon then grasped the fragrant [Soaking Wine Pearl] back into his palm, off-blocking the red-haired director's wolf-like eyes, and then said slowly:
"You have one more chance to reorganize your words, are you going to talk or not?"
"I..."
Strange? What kind of secret is this? She's really holding out?
Looking surprised at the still resisting red-haired director, Leon thought for a moment, then under the panic of the black goat's gaze, reached out to open its mouth, moving the [Soaking Wine Pearl] to the side, pretending to feed it.
"If you don't tell, I'll feed it."
"..."
"Director, you know, the Wine God has been dealt with by me, and this pearl melts when it encounters saliva, so..."
"Feed it then!"
"Ah?!!!"
In Leon's shock beyond measure, the red-haired director actually withdrew her gaze, gritting her teeth to hum while clenching her fists:
"Just some wine, I... I can endure!"
"..."
No way... Isn't this wrong? Are you still the drink-loving director I know?
Looking at the red-haired director, who was still defiantly holding on during this time, Leon's mind went momentarily blank, somewhat unable to believe what was happening before him.
However, just as he was dazed, a few strands of red hair previously cut by the bronze scissors quietly "swam" over with the carpet's cover, clambering up from the black goat's fur, fiercely strangling its opened mouth!
