Chapter 366 Bad Fate
Chapter 366 Bad Fate
No, I was just talking nonsense! How come this was really delivered to me?
Looking at the gold-thread wallet handed to him, Leon's mind was stunned for a moment, and then he looked at the waiter who "came out of nothing" with suspicion.
Could it be that... he thought I was asking for a bribe?
But this doesn't make sense. In his eyes, I'm a rich duke. How could I ask for a bribe from a waiter? What do I want?
Puzzled, Leon did not take the wallet handed over by the waiter, but frowned and waved his hand:
"You must be mistaken. This shouldn't be my wallet."
what?
After hearing Leon's words, Jacob, who looked relieved, couldn't help but froze, but still tried to insist:
"Why don't you open it and take a look? I searched according to the characteristics you described, so it should be correct."
“I did say that my wallet is a gold wire wallet with a lion pattern, but that doesn’t mean that the gold wire wallet with a lion pattern is the wallet that I own.”
After taking the wallet from the waiter and turning it over to the bottom with the lion pattern, Leon pointed to the name embroidered above the lion head and said:
"Look, for example, this name, it's obviously... huh?"
What's going on? Is this really my name?
"Your Excellency, it seems that you may have made a mistake."
Looking at the stunned Leon, Jacob breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile:
"The lighting here is quite dim, so the color of the wallet is a little different from that outside, and it doesn't look like the same at first glance.
A noble like you usually has followers when you go out, and rarely carry your own wallet, so you are not familiar with the style of your own wallet, so it is normal that you can't recognize it."
"..."
No, it’s not a matter of whether I recognized the wrong thing or not. My wallet is still lying in the mirror world. It’s not lost at all!
"That's hard to say. What if there's someone with the same name as me?"
Feeling a little flustered by the wallet with his name embroidered on it, Leon quickly opened the wallet and flipped to the place where his ID was placed. He then argued:
"If this is my wallet, there should be a picture of me in here... Shit, there really is one!"
Looking at the photo of himself in the ID holder, looking down at the camera with a haughty look on his face, Leon's mind couldn't help but feel a little numb. Thinking of the director's instructions before coming here, he became more alert instinctively.
Although it was not a painting but a photo, and it was not exactly the same as what he said, it was still outrageous. Could it be that... this building was actually some kind of abnormal object? Could it make people's wishes come true? Or was it something created out of nothing?
"It seems that you remembered it wrongly. This is indeed your wallet."
After taking a look at the photo, the waiter Jacob heaved a sigh of relief, regained his previous smiling face, and asked politely:
"Congratulations on recovering your lost property. Your Excellency, now that you have found your wallet, would you like to go to the third floor for a drink?"
"No... no need..."
Seeing the curious eyes cast at him, Leon opened and closed his lips slightly and then pursed them again. Considering that he might be noticed if he continued to pull, he had no choice but to accept the suspicious wallet and said with a stiff expression:
"I'm going to go somewhere else, please send me out first."
"Okay, come this way."
Seeing that the troublesome guest had finally left, Jacob couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He then took the lead and respectfully escorted Leon out.
Not long after the two of them left, a little golden retriever who was sleeping soundly on the first-floor bar shook slightly and fell off the chair with a thump. When the waiter who came over helped him up and asked about the situation with concern, the drunken little golden retriever muttered a few words, "I'm not drunk", and then habitually reached out to touch his waist, and then...
"Huh? Where's my wallet?"
After discovering that the space where his wallet was hung around his waist was empty, the little golden retriever sobered up a little. Then, with the help of the waiter, he staggered to the main counter near the entrance and raised his hand to hammer the counter hard.
"Someone come! My wallet is gone! I want to report it lost!"
"Okay... Mr. Steven Lane, right?"
After taking a look at the drunken golden retriever in front of him, the registrar behind the main desk took out a notebook and asked gently:
"What kind of wallet do you have?"
"My last name is Ryan, so what style can my wallet be? Of course it should be the same golden color as my hair, and the bottom should also be embroidered with the lion pattern of our Ryan family!"
After holding onto the counter to steady himself, the drunken little golden retriever, wearing a military training uniform, said with his tongue sticking out:
"Also, underneath the wallet... underneath is the name of the Duke whom I once admired the most... and there's even a picture of him inside... wow... I'm so miserable!"
As he was talking, it seemed as if some strange switch was triggered. The little golden retriever, whose face was red from drinking, suddenly hugged the counter and cried bitterly:
"I admire the Duke so much, but he actually kidnapped me and forced me to use the power armor for him! You know what! He attacked... well... I can't say this, but he forced me to use the power armor for him!
Wuuwuwu... I just said before that I would rather die than help him escape, but now I have to help him escape in the power armor. Now everyone calls me "Steel Steven". I am famous in the entire armored army. Everyone who sees me laughs at me!"
The little golden retriever seemed a little agitated as he spoke. He banged his forehead against the counter and cried with tears streaming down his face:
"You know what? After that day, everyone who saw me laughed. I was too embarrassed to stay in the armored corps barracks. The secret police from the Secret Investigation Bureau knew that I had contacted... well... anyway, they kept blocking the barracks and wanted to interrogate me.
They blocked me from going out, and I couldn’t hold it in any longer after a few days, so I finally managed to climb over the wall and get out, hoping to have a drink to relieve my boredom, but I ended up losing my wallet… I’m so miserable!”
"Sir, please calm down. Your wallet may not be lost. I'll ask someone to help you find it first!"
The receptionist looked at the counter which was covered with a few snots not long after he wiped it clean. The receptionist quickly called the colleague in charge of claiming lost property...
"What? My wallet was taken away by someone else?"
Hearing that someone had pretended to claim his wallet, the little golden retriever wiped the snot off his face and roared with red eyes:
"Who! Who dares to take my things? Tell me his name! I will beat him to death today!"
"Um... the name written on the receipt record is Leon Ryan..."
"Who? Who brought it?"
"Leon Ryan."
After repeating Leon's name, the registrar said with a smile:
"We have verified that the badge held by that person is real. It is indeed the current Duke of Lionheart. He also lost his wallet, and the features are the same as your wallet, so we...
Hmm...Mr. Steven, why don't you try to recall it again and see if you remembered the wrong style and mistook the Duke's wallet for your own?"
"..."
"Wow! I'm so fucking miserable!"
(End of this chapter)