Chapter 929 Home
Chapter 929 Going Home
"Chief! You... huh?"
Not knowing what happened after he left, when Leon caught up with the frightened Miss and tried to explain the whole thing to her, he returned to the director's office. The room was already empty, with only messy documents on the table and a pile of empty wine bottles next to the sofa.
Leaving so fast? Are you leaving now that your replacement has arrived?
After checking with the help of the black goat's soul vision and finding that the red-haired director had indeed left, Leon couldn't help but shook his head helplessly, then went upstairs worriedly to take a look at the situation of the Eleven Ant Nest.
As it turns out, the director is quite reliable when he is not drunk.
She probably also left the access rights to the Virgin Star Palace. The dense blood-stained hair that smelled like the sun, with a number ten times more than usual, completely sealed off the fifth and sixth floors of the Virgin Branch.
Judging from the aura emanating from Tushaxedhair, it would be no problem for the successor to come back in a month. Before the power left by the director was used up, it was estimated that even if ten or eight true gods came, it would take them at least a week or two to open the gate.
Fine……
Seeing that the director had made all the necessary preparations and it didn't seem like a hasty decision, Leon didn't say anything else.
Anyway, with the director's level, now that the King-Slaying Society has ceased its activities and the Death Realm has changed its flag, the entire real world is like a back garden to her. As long as she is not stupid enough to rush into the lair of the Ten Clan of the Da Ting, there will be no danger and she doesn't need to worry about it at all.
Well... speaking of worrying, I'll be away for several months again. Anna must have been worried a lot about taking care of two little devils alone. It's time to go home and visit.
After collecting the empty bottles from the chief's office and taking them to the police department's recycling point, Leon found a corner nearby where no one noticed him and walked into a window.
Although there are public carriages available to take home from the Cleanup Bureau, it is faster to walk this way, and you can also save on carriage fares, so it is better to travel through the mirror world.
After Lyon moved through the mirror world several times and popped his head out of a small mirror at a stall on the corner of Bridge Street, he was startled by the Bridge Street that appeared in front of him.
I don't know what's going on, but the Bridge Street, which has always been relatively deserted because it is located in the old city of the royal capital, has suddenly become lively. Although it cannot be said to be bustling with people, its appearance is obviously very different from before.
The stone streets, which originally had a lot of moss on both sides, seemed to have been thoroughly cleaned and washed. Not only had all the slippery moss been scraped off, but even the brick surface, which had been worn smooth by the soles of pedestrians for a long time, had undergone some kind of meticulous repair.
This rotten road that always caused my carriage to bump along when I passed by it on my way home from get off work has now been completely renovated, and the slightly old shop fronts on both sides of the road have also been mostly renovated. The original signs that had been eroded by wind and rain have been taken down and replaced with something like glass light boxes.
The factory building that occupied a large open space behind the street and from which the roar of machines could be heard from time to time has disappeared. It has been replaced by a new branch of Charles's Department Store. The sound of horns offering various discounts to attract customers, the laughter of pedestrians on the street, and the whistles and hoofbeats of hurriedly passing carriages can be heard everywhere.
If some of the storefronts had not been renovated, the Happy Apartments with their newly painted exteriors were still there, and one or two familiar faces could occasionally be seen on the street, Leon would have almost thought he had come to the wrong place.
My goodness...this change is too big, isn't it? I was only away for more than two months, why does it feel like I've been away for two or three years?
……
He emerged from the small mirror with a puzzled look on his face, nodded apologetically to the stunned stall owner sitting on the small chair next to him, then carried the gifts he brought for Anna and the others and walked quickly towards the direction of Happy Apartment.
"Click."
Just as Leon walked to the door of Happy Apartment, as expected, a familiar clicking sound was heard in the small garden. A muscular old man with scars all over his body, holding a lollipop in his mouth and a cool expression, stood up from behind the fence and gestured to Leon with the gardening shears in his hand.
“Uncle John, you’ve grown stronger again.” After nodding to the strong old man with a smile, Leon handed over the bag in his hand and took the initiative to greet him:
"I'm not home during this time. Thank you for taking care of my two little bastards. This is the woodworking set I brought for you, and a bag of flower seeds I asked the clerk to choose. They said it's a new variety with buds twice as big as other flowers. Please keep it."
"Click."
“Then I’ll put it here.”
As a bad guy "hated" by Happy Apartment, Leon did not expect to get any answer. He hung the gift on the fence with a smile and then walked towards the hallway on the first floor.
And just as Leon entered the hallway, a gust of wind carrying a hoarse old man's voice quietly floated over from behind and brushed past his ears somewhat reluctantly.
"Thank you."
"?"
Hearing the voice, Lyon looked back in surprise and found that the strong old man in the small garden had disappeared, and the bag he hung on the fence had also disappeared. If it were not for the fact that the gift in his hand was indeed missing, it would be as if nothing had happened.
"This damn old man!"
Accompanied by a familiar complaining voice, after putting down the seemingly endless yarn in her hands, the white-haired curly-haired old lady came out from the duty room, holding Leon's arm, and explained with slightly red eyes:
"He was thanking you... After the new workhouse was built and attached to the side wall of the apartment, he was able to speak again. Although he could only speak a few words, he was more like a normal person than before."
"What a good thing!"
After listening to the administrator's words, Leon's eyebrows couldn't help but slightly raise, and then he smiled with a hint of surprise and teased:
"This time, I don't have to worry about getting my hair cut when I come back late at night... Aunt Mary, this is a gift for you~"
"Okay, okay, I'll accept it."
After taking the small bag handed over by Leon, the administrator lady did not rush to see what was inside. Instead, she looked at Leon's figure, patted his arm, and then said happily and regretfully:
"After your business trip, you seem to be stronger than before, and even taller... Well... I won't give you the sweater I knitted for now. The size needs to be altered."
"Then I won't be polite to you."
After smiling and saying that he would definitely accept the sweater, Leon exchanged a few more pleasantries with the administrator. When he was about to go upstairs to go home, she reached out and pulled him, smiling and reminding him:
"It seems you didn't bring enough gifts!"
"what?"
"Your wife just brought two accountants upstairs. They said they were here to see your brothers and sisters and to check the accounts."
"what???"
(End of this chapter)