Chapter 241

'Your invitation just now was too stupid!'

After Leon's exclusive interview invitation was flatly rejected by the female reporter, and he could only leave with a face full of regret and board the public carriage back to the Cleanup Bureau, the Hearing Hearing Heishanyang immediately squeezed out of the carriage window impatiently. First, it chattered and asked a few questions, then evaluated with a face full of regret:

'If you want to set a trap to catch her, then inviting her to your home for an interview, or going to the Laien family, would both work. At that time, whether it's Auntie Ai Ma or the Red-Haired Director, with intentional calculation against unintentional, it would be too easy to catch her.

But you insisted on inviting her to the Cleanup Bureau to interview you. That woman is both a rebel and a subordinate of the Water Bottle, and she is still recovering from serious injuries. She is already hiding from you, how would she dare to go to the Cleanup Bureau to interview you?

I tell you, I was watching from inside the glass of the chandelier at the time. As soon as I heard you invite her to the Cleanup Bureau, that reporter's face changed in fear. As soon as you looked away, she peeked at you with a face full of suspicion. It's obvious she has already started to suspect you!'

After chattering a lot and giving a general evaluation that Leon's active invitation just now was stupid, the Hearing Hearing Heishanyang smacked its lips with unfinished meaning:

'Kid, now you see how important I am, right?

If I could have come out just now and secretly reminded you, you wouldn't have alarmed her. Now that this has happened, it will be difficult to set a trap for her in the future. What a pity!'

Ah yes yes yes, everything you say is right!

After glancing sideways at the Hearing Hearing Heishanyang, Leon recorded the information he had just obtained in his small notebook while asking back in a calm tone:

"You say, is there a possibility that I actually didn't want to catch her at all?"

'???'

"A living spy whose identity has been exposed is much more useful than a dead spy caught in hand."

Leon answered without raising his head while writing notes:

"If she still has contact with the Water Bottle Director, she can pass on some fake information through her, and it is even possible to find the whereabouts of the Water Bottle Director directly through her. Isn't this more useful than catching her?"

That's true...

After pondering for a while, the Hearing Hearing Heishanyang couldn't help but nod slightly, but still said unconvinced:

'Since you don't intend to catch her, isn't there even less need to mention the Cleanup Bureau? You just invited her to the Cleanup Bureau, she suspects you want to set a trap to catch her, she is obviously already alert!'

"It's a good thing she's alert."

Thinking about the information he just saw, Leon's brows couldn't help but furrow slightly. He stopped the charcoal pencil he was writing with and said with a sense of pressure:

"After all, she is a Level 1 Cleanup Agent. According to the Director, at any cost, an elite Level 1 Cleanup Agent like Senior Auntie Ai Ma has the ability to destroy most of the capital within a day. It is estimated that she could kill me in one encounter.

A guy like her with amazing destructive power and unknown means is too dangerous. Senior Jie Rui's friends can keep an eye on her movements, but they can't stop her from causing destruction. I'm afraid only the Director can take action to subdue her immediately.

And you know the Director's situation. It is absolutely impossible to put down other work and just stare at her alone all day. Therefore, only by making her alert and afraid to move around, but also unwilling to withdraw actively because of a fluke, is the safest way to handle it."

"..."

In just that short while, you kid have already thought of so much?

After hearing Leon's plan, the Hearing Hearing Heishanyang couldn't help but smack its lips, suddenly feeling that this kid was slightly unfamiliar.

After slowly mastering some power and being "polluted" by Auntie Ai Ma and the Red-Haired woman for a period of time, the current Leon has completely changed. He is no longer the silly kid who was full of anger.

This dog thing's heart is much darker than before. Not only has he become accustomed to setting traps for others at all times, but his way of doing things is becoming more and more like the bunch of tricky people in the Cleanup Bureau. His stomach is full of twists and turns, and the poop he pulls out is probably threaded by his mother.

'Fine.'

With full malice, after looking at Leon's butt, the Hearing Hearing Heishanyang asked curiously:

'Then what are you going to do next? Go straight back to the Cleanup Bureau and wait for Auntie Ai Ma and that Red-Haired woman to come back?'

"As for what's next..."

Hearing this, Leon pondered for a moment, then took the homemade charcoal pencil, circled it on the small notebook in his hand, and said hesitantly:

"Go back to the Bureau first, tell Senior Jie Rui about the situation, and then go to the Princess to break off the engagement."

The sun has set.

With the fading of the sunlight, the embers and smoke after the war swept through, like smears of dark gray paint, painting patches of dim shadows on the streets and alleys of all sizes.

After several fierce tug-of-war battles, the originally prosperous city had been bombed into ruins. On the cracked streets, incomplete mechanical parts could be seen every now and then. In the collapsed buildings, a large number of broken steam pipes were weakly spraying gray-white, pungent thick smoke.

Dust, thick smoke, ashes, rust, blood, crying!

The desolate and scorching wind roared through the streets and alleys, bringing the chaotic atmosphere filled with fireworks and scorched earth in the air into the nasal cavity, tragically and astringently, stimulating the survivors' eyes to shed tears, as if this city completely destroyed by war was mourning its own death.

This is...

After recognizing the broken city in front of him, which he had only been to once but was familiar with, Veronica, who looked six or seven years younger, was slightly startled, and then couldn't help but bite her lip hard.

This is her dream... The broken city in front of her is the county seat of Laien County, Cornwall City, which has been completely destroyed by the flames of war.

In the War of Defense six years ago, the mechanical troops of the Kingdom and the Icefield Kingdom of Aishito fought a full eleven rounds of tug-of-war in Cornwall City, completely bombing the originally prosperous Cornwall City into white ground. Even counting those who escaped in advance, the residents of Cornwall City still suffered more than half of the casualties.

And what is in front of her is the day after the sixth round of tug-of-war, the moment before the Aishito Kingdom is about to counterattack and start the seventh round of fierce battle. What happens in the next two hours will be the deepest nightmare of her life.

Even though she resisted moving forward, the Princess in the dream could not control her actions at all. She could only follow her former self, with a large number of guards and ten field doctors, rushing towards the broken factory at the end of the street.

That was a sugar factory that had been repeatedly bombed. The rainbow candies produced in Cornwall once spread throughout the Kingdom and were the appearance of rainbows in the dreams of countless children.

But after experiencing six rounds of tug-of-war, this factory, which once carried countless sweet memories, had been bombed and collapsed on one side. At the broken edges of the bullet-riddled walls, the steam in the pipes was hissing, and the wreckage of the torn-apart machines was everywhere.

Incompatible with this dilapidated and scorched scene, the ground of the factory was filled with brightly colored syrup, and in the warehouse where these syrups were once piled, dozens of citizens who had not had time to evacuate were hiding, waiting for the almost non-existent rescue.

The Princess in the dream heard the weak call for help and was anxiously directing the guards to pry open the door. She even personally pried open the deformed door frame and was the first to rush in.

The afterglow of the sunset spilled into the room through the broken windows, casting several mottled lights and shadows in the half-destroyed house. A child with dirty syrup on his body was holding his doll, timidly looking towards her, and beside the child were more than thirty survivors.

After seeing the goal of her trip, the Princess in the dream couldn't help but let out a long breath and showed a gratified smile. But the Princess, who knew she was in a dream, looked at the doll in the girl's hand, whose cheeks had been shattered on one side, and whose face seemed to be smiling resentfully, and bit her lip hard.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by the hissing sound of the air being torn apart, hundreds of bombs filled with alchemy fuel, with pale white tail flames, tore through the dark red sunset and fell on the streets and alleys of Cornwall City. The sugar factory that had collapsed on one side was completely turned into ruins, and the colorful syrup on the ground turned into a surging orange-yellow sea of fire.

"No!!!"

At the moment when the bright flames were about to explode completely, the Princess in the dream opened her eyes suddenly and sat up from the bed with a thud.

However, even though she successfully escaped the dream, before the most painful moment arrived, and broke free from the nightmare that had tormented her for six years, the thin nightgown on the Princess was still soaked with cold sweat, tightly sticking to her skin, making her whole body feel cold.

"Hoo..."

Leaning weakly on the head of the bed, after panting violently for a while, the Princess, whose heartbeat slowly calmed down, did not try to fall asleep again, but turned over and got out of bed, drank a cup of cold water that had already cooled down, then walked to the desk and sat down, opened the documents on the table that had not been approved, and silently picked up the quill.

The curse of the Nightmare King.

Every direct blood descendant of the royal family will be entangled by nightmares for a lifetime after reaching adulthood, experiencing their deepest regrets and pains countless times in incomparably real nightmares.

But this is also good.

After approving the document at hand, the Princess turned her head, looked at the tin doll smiling on the shelf behind her, was silent for a while, and then picked up a new document again.

Although the curse of the Nightmare King is painful, it is also constantly reminding herself, not letting herself forget everything in the past, and always remembering what she should do.

With the Princess's writing, the mountain of documents on the table began to decrease slowly, but the ointment in the lamp also began to disappear gradually.

When there was a "crackle" sound, the light in the lamp flickered slightly, and the maid's soft call sounded at the door.

"Your Highness? Are you asleep?"

"Not yet."

Picking up the tweezers to roll the wick, after turning the dimmed lamp back on, the Princess continued to approve the documents while asking softly:

"What's the matter?"

"Your Highness Veronica... it's your... um... that Mr. Leon is here. Do you want to see him now?"