Chapter 769

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

Looking at the gold-threaded wallet handed before him, Leon's head went blank for a moment, then he began to size up the waiter who had "created something out of nothing" with a face full of suspicion.

Could it be... he thinks I'm 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?

Leon, unable to figure it out, didn't take the wallet handed over by the waiter, but instead waved his hand with a frown and said:

"You must have made a mistake, this shouldn't be my wallet."

Ah?

After hearing Leon's words, Jacob, who had a face full of relief, couldn't help but stiffen, but still insisted:

"Would you like to open it and see? I searched according to the characteristics you mentioned, it shouldn't be wrong."

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

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

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

What's going on? This really is my name?

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

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

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

And a high-ranking noble like you usually has attendants following you when you go out, rarely carrying a wallet yourself, so it's actually quite normal not to be familiar with the style of your own wallet and not recognize it."

"..."

No, this isn't a matter of recognizing it wrong at all; my wallet is still lying in the Mirror World, it wasn't lost at all!

"This... is also hard to say, what if someone has the same name as me?"

Feeling a bit flustered by this wallet embroidered with his own name, Leon hurriedly reached out to open the wallet, flipped to the place where documents were clipped, and argued strongly:

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

Looking at the photo of himself clipped in the document holder, looking down at the camera with a haughty face, Leon'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 is actually some kind of anomalous object? Capable of making people's wishes come true? Or creating something out of nothing?

"It seems you really did remember wrong, this is indeed your wallet."

After leaning over to look at the photo, the waiter Jacob let out a long sigh of relief, returned to his previous smiling appearance, and asked politely:

"Congratulations on recovering your property, then Duke, since you have already found your wallet, are you still going to the third floor for a drink?"

"No... no need..."

Looking at the curious gazes cast toward him, Leon's lips parted slightly and then pressed shut again; considering that if he kept dragging it out, he might be noticed, he had no choice but to accept this wallet of suspicious origin, and said with a stiff expression:

"I'm preparing to go look elsewhere, send me out first."

"Alright, please come this way."

Seeing that this troublesome guest had finally left, Jacob couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, then led the way, respectfully sending Leon out.

And not long after the two had left, a certain little golden-haired one who was sleeping soundly on the first-floor bar trembled slightly, and fell off the chair with a thud. When he was helped up by the waiter who rushed over and asked about his condition with concern, the sleepy-eyed little golden-haired one mumbled twice that he wasn't drunk, then habitually reached out to touch his waist, and then...

"Hmm? Where's my wallet?"

After discovering that the place where his wallet hung on his waist was empty, the little golden-haired one's drunkenness cleared by half; then, supported by the waiter, he swayed toward the main stage near the entrance and raised his hand to hammer the counter hard.

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

"Alright... Mr. Steven Laien, correct?"

After sizing up the little golden-haired one who was dead drunk before him, the registrar behind the main stage took out a notebook and asked gently:

"May I ask what style your wallet is?"

"I'm already named 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 pattern!"

After standing steady while holding the counter, the little golden-haired one, wearing a set of military training uniforms and with blurry, drunken eyes, 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, as if triggering some strange switch, the little golden-haired one, whose face was flushed red from drinking, suddenly hugged the counter and cried bitterly:

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

Waaah... I just said before that I would rather die than help him escape, and as a result, I had to help him open the power armor to run away immediately; now everyone calls me 'Iron-Boned Steven,' I'm famous throughout the entire armored army, and everyone laughs at me when they see me!"

As the little golden-haired one 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's barracks; the Secret Investigation Bureau's secret police know I came into contact with... hmm... anyway, they keep blocking the barracks wanting to interrogate me.

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

"Guest, 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 registrar hurriedly called over a 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 little golden-haired one 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 Leon Laien..."

"Who? Who claimed it?"

"Leon Laien."

After repeating Leon's name, the registrar accompanied him with a smile and said:

"We verified it, the badge that person held was real, it is indeed the current Duke of Lionheart, he also lost a wallet, and the characteristics were the same as your wallet, so we..."

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

"..."

"Waaah! I'm really so miserable!"

(End of chapter)