I! Cleaner!-Chapter 1014 - 933: Invitation
This person... isn't he a fool?
The red-haired director's rambling demands left her speechless. After glancing at the empty seat opposite her, the waiter, whose heart was filled with unease, considered calling security to remove this drunken woman.
But first, the red-haired director could really drink, consuming as much as four or five strong men alone—she was a rare big customer these days. Second, she was genuinely breathtakingly beautiful, even in a drunken state, which made it hard to sternly reprimand her.
In the end, the helpless waiter could only brace himself, return, and place a tray of glasses in front of her, pouring the drinks one by one as she requested. Then he hastily returned behind the bar, watching this side warily, ready to deal with the situation at any moment.
As the glasses were all set, a lean, tall middle-aged man looked at the row of large glasses in front of him and spoke with displeasure:
"Olivia, have you forgotten? I never drink, you..."
"I know."
Taking a glass of amber mead and downing it again, the red-haired director, her eyes already somewhat hazy, smiled sweetly and said:
"This is just for me. But I've been here for over six hours before you came, and I've drunk so much that they wouldn't dare sell me any more, so I'm just using you as an excuse."
"..."
"Why aren't you speaking? If you want to drink too... should I leave you one glass?"
"No need..."
Watching the red-haired director guzzle down all the alcohol in hardly any time, the middle-aged man couldn't help but frown and ask coldly:
"You weren't like this in the past. When did you pick up the habit of heavy drinking?"
Hmm?
Upon hearing the middle-aged man's words, the red-haired director's hazy eyes paused slightly, then she looked over with flickering eyes. Seeing her sudden shift in demeanor, the middle-aged man realized he misspoke and couldn't help but sigh with slight regret.
"You're as sharp as ever, I can't make a single mistake in front of you..."
"Sort of~"
She casually responded, then the red-haired director asked with a sweet smile:
"Since you don't know about my recent situation, then... in these past years, were you trapped somewhere without contact with the outside world and only recently released?"
"..."
"Was it the Slaughter King Association? Have you colluded with them?"
"..."
"What did you promise them? To take down the royal family of Western Carlay Wen Kingdom, weaken the Watcher's Palace's power to allow a True God to descend? What did they promise you? To help you do revenge on the Cleanup Bureau? On the Western Carlay Wen Kingdom? Or... to rebuild East Carleighwen Kingdom?"
"..."
"It's really none of those? Do you have some other plan? Speaking of which, while shopping in recent days, I've seen many people from the Luminous Church on the streets of Lily City. Are you planning to use the baptismal pool of the Luminous Church, for another repeat of the past..."
"Enough!"
The red-haired director's step-by-step questions made the tall, thin middle-aged man stop her somewhat awkwardly, then said with eyes filled with anger:
"Olivia! I came to question you, not to provide you information!"
"I wasn't probing for information."
Upon hearing this, the red-haired director leaned back against her chair, speaking lazily:
"You just let it slip. I just asked what flashed in my mind after you let it slip. It's up to you whether you answer or not, you can simply not talk if you don't want to leak any information."
"..."
I could remain silent, but if I can let slip so much from just one sentence, is there really a big difference whether I talk or not?
"Forget it, guess as you like..."
Somewhat exhaustedly ending the topic, the middle-aged man sighed deeply as he looked at his old friend, who had matured so much but was still so clever and cunning, then said with resentment in his eyes:
"Olivia, if you hadn't chosen betrayal back then and stayed with me instead..."
"Then our mistakes would only have been deeper and more numerous."
Interrupting the middle-aged man, the red-haired director toyed with the glass in her hand, speaking with a somewhat obscure expression:
"From the moment I took on the task of using the Thirteen Anthill, I almost regretted the past every day... My regret isn't about using the Thirteen Anthill, but not realizing sooner what you were preparing, allowing things to progress to a point where I had no choice but to use that item! You..."
"What do you even understand?!"
Seemingly enraged by the red-haired director's words, the middle-aged man suddenly stood up from his chair, his dark eyes filled with anger, and shouted:
"Do you know how much resistance I faced? Everyone in their hearts knew I was right, but they insisted on dragging me down like barnacles on a turtle's back, dragging me! Pulling me! Pressing me! Holding me down!
In such circumstances, did I have any other choice but to gamble? You betrayed your initial belief, choosing to bow down to those old farts with the scent of decay all over them, but I never did! You..."
"Alright, stop talking."
Gesturing to him to stop, the red-haired director, who was first to calm down, sighed faintly:
"I only wanted to have a few drinks today, not to argue with you... You've been like this since you were young, your body always acts faster than your brain, never considering the consequences in your actions and your mind as hard as a rock, once you're set, you never change..."
"I don't have brains, but don't you?"
Hearing the red-haired director mention the past, the middle-aged man's expression slightly softened, then he said:
"Do you remember that proverb? Justice and courage are siblings, true courage must stem from the persistence in justice, and with the courage to adhere to beliefs..."
"Justice won't become empty talk."
Finishing the last sentence of the proverb, the red-haired director drank a sip of mead, her expression somewhat dim, and said:
"Just say what you want, beating around the bush isn't your style."
"I mean... our relationship is like the ancestors of the East Carleighwen Kingdom and the Western Carlay Wen Kingdom, the most suitable and best 'brothers'."
Pushing aside the empty glass in front of him disdainfully, the middle-aged man gazed sincerely at the red-haired director who was looking down silently, and said:
"Olivia, like before, come and help me!"
"..."
Gone were the furrowed brows and angry demeanor accusing the red-haired director of betrayal, the middle-aged man spoke earnestly:
"I have the fists and power, you have the brains and luck, we are the best and most suited partners! As long as we join forces, neither the Cleanup Bureau nor the Slaughter King Association will be our match! By then, we'll have the power to change everything!"
