Chapter 366: 366 Ill-Fated Relationship

No, I was just making that up! How could you actually bring it to me?

Looking at the gold-threaded wallet handed in front of him, Li Ang's head went blank for a moment, and then he began to look at the waiter who had "created something out of nothing" with a suspicious look.

Could it be... he thought I was soliciting a bribe?

But that doesn't make sense either. In his eyes, I'm a Duke who isn't short of money. How could I solicit a bribe from a waiter? What would I be after?

Li Ang, who couldn't figure it out, didn't take the wallet the waiter handed over but waved his hand with a frown:

"You made a mistake; this shouldn't be my wallet."

Huh?

Hearing Li Ang's words, Jacob, whose face had been full of relief, stiffened, but he still tried to insist:

"Would you like to open it and see? I found it according to the features you mentioned. It should be correct."

"I did say my wallet was a gold-threaded wallet with a lion crest, but that doesn't mean any gold-threaded wallet with a lion crest is my wallet."

After taking the wallet from the waiter's hand and flipping it to the bottom side embroidered with the lion crest, Li Ang pointed to the name embroidered above the lion's head:

"Look, for example, this name, it clearly... hmm?"

What's going on? Is this really my name?

"Duke, it seems you might have recognized it wrong."

Looking at Li Ang, who was stunned, Jacob breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile:

"The lighting here is relatively dim, so the color of the wallet looks a bit different from the outside. At first glance, it really doesn't look like it.

And great nobles like you usually have attendants following you when you go out, and rarely carry your own wallets, so it's quite normal not to be familiar with the style of your own wallet."

"..."

No, this isn't about whether I recognized it wrong or not. My wallet is still lying in the Mirror World; it wasn't lost at all!

"This... it's hard to say. What if someone has the same name as me?"

Feeling a bit panicked by this wallet embroidered with his own name, Li Ang hurriedly reached out to open the wallet, flipped to the position where documents were clipped, and argued:

"If this is my wallet, then there should be my portrait here... Holy crap, it really is there!"

Looking at his own photo clipped in the document holder, looking down at the camera with an arrogant face, Li Ang's brain went slightly numb. Thinking of the Director's instructions before he came, he became instinctively vigilant.

Although it wasn't a portrait but a photo, and it wasn't exactly the same as what he said, this was still very outrageous. Could it be... that this building was actually an anomalous object? Capable of making wishes come true? Or creating something out of nothing?

"It seems you really remembered wrong. This is indeed your wallet."

After leaning in to take a look at the photo, the waiter Jacob breathed a sigh of relief, restored his beaming smile, and asked politely:

"Congratulations on the return of your lost property. So, Duke, since you have already found your wallet, would you still like to go to the third floor for a drink?"

"No... no need..."

Looking at the curious gazes cast toward him, Li Ang's lips parted and closed, then pursed tightly. Considering that if he kept dragging this out, he might attract attention, he had no choice but to accept this wallet of suspicious origin, his expression stiff and his face straight:

"I'm planning to go look somewhere else. Send me out first."

"Very well, please come this way."

Seeing that this troublesome guest had finally left, Jacob let out a sigh of relief in his heart, then led the way and respectfully sent Li Ang out.

And not long after the two left, a certain small golden-haired person who was sleeping soundly at the first-floor bar twitched slightly and fell off the chair with a thud.

When he was helped up by the waiter who rushed over and asked about his situation, the small golden-haired person, eyes bleary with sleep, mumbled "I'm not drunk," then habitually reached out to touch his waist, and then...

"Hmm? Where's my wallet?"

After discovering that the position where the wallet was hanging on his waist was empty, the small golden-haired person's drunkenness sobered up by half. Then, with the waiter's help, he swayed toward the main desk near the entrance and hammered the counter hard with his hand.

"Someone come! My wallet is gone! I want to report it lost!"

"Very well... Mr. Steven Laien, right?"

After sizing up the small golden-haired person who was drunk in front of him, the registration clerk behind the main desk took out a notebook and asked gently:

"May I ask what style your wallet is?"

"I'm already surnamed Laien, so what style could my wallet... could it have? Naturally, it's the same gold as my hair, and the bottom is... is embroidered with our Laien family's lion crest!"

After steadying himself by holding the counter, the small golden-haired person, wearing a set of military training uniforms and eyes bleary with sleep, said with a thick tongue:

"Also, under the wallet... under it is embroidered the name of the Duke I once admired the most... and it has his photo clipped inside... Waaah... I'm so miserable!"

As he spoke, seemingly triggering some strange switch, the small golden-haired person, whose face was flushed red from drinking, suddenly hugged the counter and wailed:

"I admired the Duke so much, and he actually hijacked me and forced me to drive his power armor for him! Do you know! He attacked... hmm... I can't say this, but he forced me to drive his power armor for him!

Wuu wuu... I just said before that I would rather die than help him escape, and as a result, I immediately had to help him drive the power armor to run away. Now everyone calls me 'Iron-Boned Steven.' I'm famous throughout the Armored Army. Everyone laughs at me when they see me!"

As the small golden-haired person spoke, he seemed a bit excited. While banging his forehead against the counter, he cried and howled with tears and snot:

"Do you know? Everyone laughed at me after that day. I don't even have the face to stay in the Armored Army barracks. The Secret Investigation Bureau's secret police know I came into contact with... hmm... anyway, they keep blocking the barracks wanting to question me.

I was blocked by them and couldn't get out. I held it in for a few days and couldn't hold it in anymore, so I finally jumped over the wall and came out, wanting to drink some wine to relieve my boredom, but then I lost my wallet... I'm really so miserable!"

"Customer, please calm down. Your wallet might not be lost. Let me have someone help you look for it!"

Looking with heartache at the counter he had just wiped clean not long ago, which was now smeared with a few streaks of clear snot, the registration clerk hurriedly called over the colleague responsible for claiming lost property...

"What? My wallet was claimed by someone else?"

Hearing that someone had actually impersonated him to claim his wallet, the small golden-haired person wiped the snot off his face and roared with red-rimmed eyes:

"Who! Who dares to take my things? Tell me the name! I'll beat him to death today!"

"Uh... the name written on the claim record is Li Ang Laien..."

"Who? Who claimed it?"

"Li Ang Laien."

After repeating Li Ang's name, the registration clerk accompanied him with a smile:

"We verified it. The badge that person was holding was real. It really is the current Lionheart Duke. He also lost his wallet, and the features were the same as yours, so we..."

"Hmm... Mr. Steven, why don't you try to recall carefully and see if you remembered the style wrong and mistook the Duke's wallet for your own?"

"..."

"Waaah! I'm really so miserable!" ===== CHAPTER 367 =====