I, The Janitor! Chapter 144: The Director (Drunk Edition) - Novel Cool

Chapter 144: The Director (Drunk Edition)

Chapter 144: The Director (Drunk Edition)

Little did Lyon know that as soon as he left, his home would be visited by the Water Bottle Director.

At this moment, Lyon stood outside the Director's office, ready to report on the day's events and greet the red-haired director, informing her that he planned to sleep at the bureau that night. However...

Knock, knock, knock.

"Who...is it?"

"Director, it's me."

"You...who?"

"It's Lyon!"

"Lyon...who?"

"..."

Hearing the incoherent response from inside, Lyon couldn't help but fall silent for a moment. Then, feeling a bit speechless, he asked,

"Director, are you drunk?"

"Drunk...who?"

There was no doubt about it; she was definitely drunk, and quite heavily so.

"Director, I'm coming in. Don't you dare move!"

As Lyon spoke, he cautiously pushed the door open a crack. But before he could see the situation inside, a strong wave of alcohol hit him directly in the face, making him dizzy.

Oh my god, you can really hold your liquor!

Looking at the empty bottles piled up beside the desk, taller than a person, and the red-haired beauty lying across the table, giggling at him, Lyon couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement and feel a headache coming on.

Since discovering that he was being targeted by the rebels, and fearing they might harm his family, Lyon had originally planned to ask the red-haired director for a favor. He wanted to see if she could transfer the "Protective Fur" that had always been tied around his neck but had never been activated to Anna. He also wanted to get a couple for William and Melanie.

After all, Lyon had gotten into trouble with the rebels due to work-related matters, and protecting the families of employees should also be the responsibility of the Cleanup Bureau. If it was inconvenient, he could offer something anomalous or another trade. The "Bedside Ghost Hand" given by Jerry could be used to exchange for a protective charm for his younger siblings.

However, judging by the director's state, which was comparable to "Ma What Mei," Lyon estimated that he might not get any coherent answers even if he asked all night. Perhaps it would be better to wait until tomorrow when she had sobered up.

Anyway, the Secret Investigation Bureau was about to launch a major search operation, and the rebels would likely be preoccupied in the short term. Anna and the others at Happiness Apartment were also under protection. Every time they went out, they just needed to inform Manager Grandma, and they would receive a buff to avoid danger. So, one more day wouldn't make much difference...

"Little Lyon~ Are you Little Lyon, right?"

Just as Lyon was hesitating about leaving, the drunk red-haired director suddenly slapped her forehead and sat up on the table, giggling.

"You're late! Ahaha, I've finished all the alcohol! You can't mooch off my drinks anymore!"

"..."

This silly woman! Looking at the woman in front of him, whose brain seemed to be oozing with the smell of alcohol, Lyon couldn't help but sigh in exasperation. It was hard to associate her with the usually wise and powerful director.

"I'm not trying to drink your alcohol...but wasn't everything fine during the day? Why did you drink so much?"

"Because it's payday~"

Shaking her head vigorously, the red-haired director seemed to regain some clarity, and her words became slightly more logical. She giggled, saying,

"Last time I invited you for drinks, I ended up owing a lot of money. I've been short on cash for drinks ever since. Now that I finally have some extra money, if I don't drink my fill, the alcohol worm in my stomach will die of thirst!"

"..."

Logically, if such a thing existed, it would be better to let it die of thirst. But...did I make you owe so much money last time?

Looking at the shining 【Alcohol Nation Martyr】 on his panel, Lyon couldn't help but scratch his head embarrassingly. He then asked with some hesitation,

"Can I ask...how much did you owe that time?"

"Wuu...I really owed a lot..."

After Lyon's question, the red-haired director, who had been smiling just a moment ago, suddenly looked dejected. She blinked her flirtatious fox-like eyes, tears welling up as she counted on her fingers,

"Including the part paid at the store, the bill that was sent to me was still over three hundred gold coins. And I spent so much money, but you drank more than me. I didn't even get much out of it..."

"..."

Over three hundred gold coins...wow, that day's drinking session cost me half a year's salary?

"Wow, that's a lot more than I expected... I'm so sorry..."

Despite mentally preparing himself, Lyon was still taken aback by the bill, which was more than three times higher than his estimate. As the red-haired director stared at him pitifully, Lyon scratched the back of his head awkwardly and said, "Director, how about I..."

"Pay the bill?"

"Well... I wasn't talking about the bill. I was thinking, maybe I could take you home? You might catch a cold sleeping here..."

"..."

Lyon turned his head slightly, avoiding the red-haired director's bewildered gaze. He then walked over, his face set in determination, and picked her up from the table, her body limp with intoxication.

There was no way he was going to pay the bill. He would never pay it in this lifetime. The director had been so generous in treating him to drinks; if he insisted on paying, it would be rude and ungrateful. Moreover, there was Anna's medicine, the rent, his younger brother's and sister's school fees... And the director had been drinking excessively; it would be better for her health if she drank less. If he paid the bill, he would only enable her to buy more alcohol, which would be doing her a disservice.

After coming up with a bunch of excuses to justify himself, Lyon cleared his throat and, addressing the red-haired director who was glaring at him from within his embrace, asked, "Director, where do you live?"

"I don't have a home."

"Oh... So where do you usually sleep?"

"In the suite at the tavern, or... or the guest room upstairs..."

"..."

"Do you pity me?"

"..."

Before Lyon could think of a response, a slender, fair arm reached up and pinched his chin, turning his head towards her.

The red-haired director, her eyes softening slightly, wrinkled her nose and opened her rosy lips, a mix of gardenia-scented alcohol on her breath as she spoke with a hint of assertiveness, "I'm doing just fine on my own! Don't pity me! I don't need pity!"

"Yeah, yeah."

"You don't believe me?"

Feeling that her "director's authority" was being challenged, the red-haired director stiffened her neck and glared at Lyon, her foot lightly kicking him as she spoke.

"I'm strong! Whether it's betrayal, hostility, or estrangement, I've never cried. Even if everyone in the bureau left, I'm not afraid of being alone! I'm not scared!"

"..."

How unfamiliar... Was this the same person as the director he saw during the day?

Lyon watched as she declared she wasn't afraid, but unconsciously clung to his sleeve, her small frame curling into his embrace. After a moment's hesitation, Lyon suggested, "Director, you should get some rest. Shall I take you upstairs first?"

"I don't want to go..."

Upon hearing Lyon's words, the red-haired director suddenly tightened her grip on his collar, her eyes welling up as she said, "There are so many people up there who hate me. I'm too scared to go up when I'm awake..."

So many people upstairs hate you?

Lyon was taken aback and asked curiously, "But isn't the floor usually empty? Hasn't it always been unoccupied?"

"Of course it's occupied! It's always been occupied!"

Seeing that little Lyon didn't believe her, the red-haired director pouted and argued, "I've counted carefully. From the fifth floor to the top, there are one hundred and twenty-nine million people who hate me. It's been like this for years; you can listen for yourself if you don't believe me!"

(End of Chapter)

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