I! Cleaner!

‘The invitation you just made was too stupid! ’

When Lyon's invitation for an exclusive interview was flatly rejected by the female reporter, she could only leave with a face full of regret. After getting on the public carriage back to the cleanup bureau, the black goat immediately squeezed out of the window glass impatiently, and asked a few questions first. After saying a few words, he commented with a look of regret:

'If you want to set a trap to catch her, then just invite her to your house for an interview, or go to Ryan's house. Then either Emma or the red-haired director will want to catch her, either intentionally or unintentionally. It's simply not too easy.

But you just invited her to go to the Cleanup Bureau to interview you. That girl is a gangster and a subordinate of Aquarius. She is still seriously injured and has not healed. She has no time to hide from you. How can she dare to go to the Cleanup Bureau to interview you?

Let me tell you, we were watching from inside the glass of the chandelier. As soon as I heard you inviting her to the clean-up bureau, the reporter’s face changed with fright. As soon as you looked away, he peeked at you with suspicion. It was obvious that he had I'm starting to doubt you! ’

After chatting for a long time and giving an overall stupid evaluation of Leon's invitation, Black Goat smacked his lips and said:

‘Boy, now you can see how important we are, right?

If we could have come out just now, I would like to remind you secretly that you would not have alarmed her. Now that we have experienced this, it will be difficult to set traps for her in the future. What a pity! ’

Ah, yes, yes, you are right!

After giving the black goat a sidelong glance, Leon recorded the information he had just obtained in his small notebook and asked in a calm tone:

"Tell me, is it possible that I didn't actually want to arrest her at all?"

‘? ? ? ’

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

Leon replied without looking up while writing notes:

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

That's true...

After thinking about it for a while, Black Goat couldn't help but nodded slightly, but still said unconvinced:

‘Since you’re not going to arrest her, isn’t it even more necessary to mention the cleanup? You just invited her to the cleanup bureau. She suspected that you wanted to set a trap to catch her, so she was obviously alert! ’

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

After thinking about the information he just saw, Leon couldn't help but frown slightly. He stopped writing with the charcoal pen in his hand and said feeling quite stressed:

"After all, he is a first-level cleaner. According to the director, no matter what the cost, an elite first-level cleaner like Emma has the ability to destroy most of the capital in one day. It is estimated that he can be killed in just one face-to-face encounter. Kill me.

A person like her with astonishing destructive power and unknown methods is too dangerous. Senior Jerry's friends can keep an eye on her whereabouts, but they can't stop her from wreaking havoc. I'm afraid only the director of the bureau can take action. Be sure to subdue her immediately.

As you know about the situation of the director, it is absolutely impossible to put down other work and just stare at her all day long, so the safest way is to make her alert and afraid to move, but not willing to evacuate because of luck. treatment method. "

"..."

In just such a short period of time, you kid has already thought so much?

After hearing Leon's plan, Black Goat couldn't help but smacked his lips, suddenly feeling that this kid was a little strange.

After slowly mastering some power and being "contaminated" by Emma and the red-haired lady for a period of time, Leon has completely changed. He is no longer the angry, stupid boy he used to be.

This bitch's heart is much darker than before. Not only has he become accustomed to setting traps for others, but his work has also become more and more like the cowards in the Cleanup Bureau. His belly is filled with all kinds of dark ideas. The daddies that were pulled out were probably those from her mother with threads.

'Fine. ’

With full malice, after looking at Leon's butt, the black goat said curiously:

‘Then what are you going to do next? Go directly back to the cleanup station and wait for Emma and the red-haired girl to come back? ’

"The next words..."

Leon thought for a moment after hearing this, then took a homemade charcoal pen and circled it on the small book in his hand, and said with some hesitation:

"Go back to the bureau first, tell Senior Jerry about the situation, and then go to the princess to cancel the engagement."

…

The sun was setting.

As the sunlight faded, the embers and smoke after the war swept away were like streaks of dark gray paint, smearing dark shadows on the streets and alleys.

After several extremely brutal tug-of-wars, the originally bustling city has been bombarded into ruins. On the cracked streets, broken mechanical parts can be seen every now and then. In the collapsed buildings, a large number of broken steam pipes are spewing out feebly. There was acrid gray smoke.

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

The desolate and blazing wind roared through the streets and alleys, bringing the chaotic atmosphere full of fireworks and scorched earth into the nostrils fiercely and harshly, stimulating the survivors to tears. The flow continued, as if the city, which had been completely destroyed by the war, was mourning its own death.

This is……

After recognizing the broken city in front of her, which she had only been to once but was so familiar, Veronica, who looked six or seven years younger, was slightly startled, and then she couldn't help biting her lips tightly.

This was her dream... The broken city in front of her was the former county town of Ryan County, Cornwall City, which had been completely destroyed by the war.

In the Patriotic War six years ago, the mechanical forces of the Kingdom and the Ice Country Aixito fought a full eleven rounds of battles in Cornwall City, completely bombing the originally prosperous Cornwall City into a wasteland. Even if those who fled in advance were counted, more than half of the residents of Cornwall City were still killed or injured.

And what was in front of her was the day after the sixth round of tug-of-war, when the Kingdom of Aixito was about to counterattack and start the seventh round of fierce fighting. What happened in the next two hours would be the deepest nightmare of her life.

Even though she was extremely reluctant to move forward, the princess in her dream was completely unable to control her actions. She could only follow her former self, with a large number of guards and ten field doctors, and rushed to the dilapidated factory at the end of the street.

It was a sugar factory that had been bombed repeatedly. The rainbow candy produced in Cornwall was once spread all over the kingdom, and it was the image of a rainbow in the dreams of countless children.

But after six rounds of battles, this factory that once carried countless sweet memories had been half-collapsed. The broken wall was full of bullet holes, and the steam that had not yet dissipated in the pipes was hissing. The wreckage of the broken machines was everywhere.

Incompatible with this dilapidated and anxious scene, the factory ground was full of colorful syrup, and in the warehouse where the syrup was once stored, dozens of citizens who had not had time to evacuate were hiding, waiting for the almost impossible rescue.

The princess in the dream heard the weak cry for help and was anxiously directing the guards to pry the door open. She even opened the deformed door frame herself and rushed in first.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone into the room through the broken window, casting several mottled shadows in the half-destroyed house. A child with dirty syrup on his body was holding his doll and looking at her timidly. There were more than 30 survivors around the child.

After seeing the target of her trip, the princess in the dream couldn't help but let out a long sigh and smiled with relief. However, the princess who knew she was in a dream looked at the doll in the girl's hand, whose cheek was half broken and whose face seemed to be smiling sadly, and bit her lips tightly.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by the sizzling sound of the air being torn apart, hundreds of bombs filled with alchemical fuel, with pale tail flames, tore through the dark red sunset and fell on the streets of Cornwall. The half-collapsed sugar factory was completely turned into ruins, and the bright syrup on the ground turned into a raging orange-yellow sea of ​​fire.

"No!!!"

At the moment when the bright flame was about to explode completely, the sleeping princess suddenly opened her eyes and sat up from the bed.

However, even if she successfully got rid of the dream and broke free from the nightmare that tormented her for six years before the most painful moment came, the thin nightgown on the princess was still soaked with cold sweat and stuck tightly to her skin, making her whole body cold.

"Huh..."

Leaning against the bedside somewhat feebly, the princess gasped violently for a while, and her heartbeat slowly calmed down. She did not try to fall asleep again, but got out of bed, drank a glass of cold water, and then walked to the desk and sat down, flipping through the documents that had not been approved yet, and silently picked up the feather pen.

The curse of the Nightmare King.

Every direct descendant of the royal family will be entangled in nightmares for a lifetime after adulthood, and experience their deepest regrets and pain countless times in the extremely real nightmare.

But it's okay this way.

After approving the document at hand, the princess turned around and looked at the smiling tin doll on the shelf behind her. After a moment of silence, she picked up a new document again.

Although the curse of the Nightmare King was painful, it also constantly reminded herself not to forget everything in the past and always remember what she should do.

...

As the princess wrote furiously, the pile of documents on the desk began to slowly decrease, but the ointment in the lamp also began to gradually disappear.

There was a crackling sound, the light in the lamp flickered slightly, and the maid called softly at the door.

"Your Highness? Are you asleep?"

"Not yet."

Took up the tweezers to roll up the wick, and after relighting the dimmed lamp, the princess continued to review the documents while asking in a gentle voice:

"What's the matter?"

"Your Highness Veronica... your dear... um... Mr. Leon is here, do you want to see him now?"