I! Cleaner!-Chapter 972 - 891: The Sour Stench of Mentors and Love

The Overlords of the Dead Realm fell into conflict?

After hearing Leon's speculations, everyone couldn't help but exchange glances, then…

"That's unlikely, right?"

Capricorn, the director, was the first to speak, blinking with a mix of doubt:

"Even though they're all called the Overlords of the Dead Realm, the First Deceased is different from the others, even among the Pillar Gods, he's one of the most powerful. At his peak, he could even rival the Supreme Four Pillar Gods of the past.

Even though later on, due to limited capabilities, he felt he couldn't manage all the deceased properly, so he voluntarily relinquished over half of his [Death] authority, he is still the strongest Overlord of the Dead Realm. How could he just be gone like that?"

"I also think it's somewhat strange..."

After pondering for a moment, the corpulent Director Cancer frowned and said:

"Although the First Deceased was neutral and didn't exert much restraint on others, it's true he's the leader of the Overlords of the Dead Realm given his seniority.

According to records, in the past, he once fought with the Third Lord to protect the [Six-faced Elephant Deer], which wanted to leave the Dead Realm and return to the living world. His prestige among the Overlords should be very high. How could he be taken out because of internal conflict?"

"Maybe it's some sort of conspiracy!"

Director Sagittarius squinted his eyes, full of suspicion, and said:

"The Overlords of the Dead Realm might have some scheme underway, planning to use pieces of Aquarius's soul to pass false messages to us… Oh, the Third Lord!"

At this point, Director Sagittarius seemed to remember something, turned and looked at the elderly Third Lord, asking with a furrowed brow:

"You've dealt with the First Deceased more times than I have, what do you think of this news?"

"I don't give a damn!"

Reaching into the pot and failing to find even a ladle handle, the irritated Third Lord stomped and shouted loudly towards Leon: 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"I told you not to come over! Damn it! I even put the God of Forging into the pot to soak! What's the idea of throwing a ladle in there?"

"..."

Isn't it… a millennium-old Parkinson's patient with trembling hands, dropping the ladle into the pot, and you blame it on me?

Seeing the Third Lord, sweating from anxiety, Leon couldn't help but purse his lips. Then, tired of dealing with this forging fanatic, he casually suggested:

"Lord Taurus, we can't just sit here pondering without getting any results. How about I first go out of the [Sage's Cemetery] and check the situation on the [No Return Path]?

You all know my abilities. If there's indeed a problem with the First Deceased, the [No Return Path] would surely stall too. Just let me touch the path, and we can determine the authenticity of this news."

"That's indeed the most direct method..."

Nodding in agreement with Leon's suggestion, Director Taurus glanced at Leon's pallid face and the noticeably fragmented soul, then frowned and said:

"But let's have someone else go. Your current condition looks bad. The attitude of the Overlords of the Dead Realm is still unclear. It might be dangerous for you to go out rashly."

"Lord Taurus, I'm fine."

"Nonsense, missing a quarter of your soul, how could you be fine?"

Giving Leon a displeased look, the silver-haired old lady adamantly said:

"You're wobbling even as you walk, stop thinking about moving around, quickly find a coffin to lie in and mend that broken soul!"

"But over at the No Return Path…"

"Pisces can go."

Director Taurus shook his head and said:

"The secret technique of the Pisces Palace is similar to your ability, checking whether the No Return Path has stalled is the same if he goes. You better take care of yourself!"

"..."

Alright then.

Seeing the stubborn expression of the silver-haired old lady, Leon understood there was no room for negotiation. He had to accept her concern and gave up the plan of going out to check the situation. Then, he found a newly opened coffin, intending to lie down to repair his soul, however…

"Get a different coffin!"

After fishing the God of Forging out from the pot, looking at the iron ladle stuck in his forehead, the shaken Third Director glared at Leon with anger:

"You startled me...! You ruined the quality of the materials! Find a coffin away from me; don't disturb my forging!"

"..."

You really have so many issues!

Unable to suppress a roll of the eyes at the Third Lord, since those who can forge are the masters, Leon had to replace the coffin lid back, under the baffled gaze of the resurrected dead inside the coffin, and find a further one.

"Further! Even further!"

"..."

Damn it, you're not done yet?

Looking at the Third Lord, who was still shouting "further" even though their straight-line distance was over eight hundred meters, Leon couldn't help but close his eyes. Deciding to publicly announce the master-disciple relationship once back, he swallowed his temper and walked a dozen more meters away.

"There, that'll do! The one that's dug open!"

Alright, alright, whatever you say!

Finally getting the nod from the Third Lord, Leon with a scowl walked to a dug-up grave mound, kicked away the worm-eaten ebony coffin lid, and then…

Met eyes with Emma who was staring up in surprise.

Huh?!!!

Seeing Emma sitting with knees together in the ebony coffin, tears glistening at the corners of her eyes and staring back in panic, Leon was momentarily stunned. Then suddenly a force on his backside pushed him down into the warm and soft embrace.

Haha, let's see how you climb out this time!

With a clang, the coffin lid was slammed shut. Two tombstones were placed firmly on top, and then the Third Lord, who had quietly crept behind Leon, nodded in satisfaction before walking away, commanding at the astonished Director Taurus:

"What are you standing there for? Help me, aren't you seeing it's time for the pot?"

"Third Lord…"

Seeing the ebony coffin in the distance, which bumped twice but then no longer moved, Director Taurus couldn't help but touch his forehead with his hand, speaking helplessly:

"What was that just now…?"

"I was removing the source of contamination, just like cleaning the pot before forging. Besides, he'll thank me once he's out!"

Waving off concerns, and recalling the sound of two intense heartbeats just now, the Third Lord couldn't help but grin, revealing a benevolent smile unique to scholars of great knowledge.

"Ah, to be young… don't you agree?"

"..."

"Indeed."

…

Huh?

After glancing at the only remaining structure on the No Return Path, the [Sage's Cemetery], the Faceless Man seemed to catch a scent, and the skin approximately where his nose would be wrinkled slightly.

Strange… how did such a peculiar sour stink suddenly emerge from the Sage's Cemetery?