Chapter 359: Daily Life and Practical Matters
Chapter 359: Daily Life and Practical Matters
The next day, in the office next to Lyon's in the Purification Bureau.
"Emma! My dear Emma!"
After patting her empty purse, the red-haired Commissioner, skilled in office politics, grabbed her good friend's arm and pleaded with a mournful expression:
"Can you... lend me some more money?"
"Not necessarily."
Emma glanced at her expressionlessly, then lowered her head to continue processing documents. Her voice was cold as she replied:
"Did you go drinking again last night?"
"Well..."
"Then I can't lend you any."
"...?"
"Director Olivia, I haven't finished my purification report yet. Is there anything else I can help you with?"
"No..."
"Then please leave."
As she watched her good friend coldly point to the door, the red-haired Commissioner reluctantly turned back several times as she made her way to the exit, hoping to hear a call from someone to change their mind.
But even as the red-haired Commissioner slowly moved into the corridor, the door behind her, with the nameplate "Emma Arman" hanging on it, slammed shut, and she still didn't hear the gentle call she had been waiting for.
Such an unfeeling woman...
With a soft sigh, the red-haired Commissioner quietly knocked on the door of the neighboring office, her voice soft and alluring as she called out:
"Lyon~ Dear Lyon, are you there?"
"Come in first!"
Just then, the door that had just slammed shut suddenly opened again, and Emma, with a look of disdain, appeared at the entrance. She pulled her friend into her office.
"Last time! Tell me, how much do you need to borrow this time?"
Hmm?
Seeing Emma's sudden change of heart, the red-haired Commissioner's eyebrows rose slightly, and then the corners of her mouth curved up with a meaningful smile. She said:
"Emma~ Why did you suddenly change your mind? Could it be..."
"Are you going to lend it or not?"
"I will!"
After seeing her friend's increasingly unfriendly gaze, the red-haired Commissioner quickly held back her teasing words to avoid angering the God of Wealth and causing him to flip the table. She then raised her right hand and gestured.
"Not much, I'm only borrowing five gold coins this time."
Is that all you're borrowing? For you, this isn't considered a lot.
Emma looked at the red-haired Commissioner with some surprise, then opened her purse and counted out five gold coins, handing them over. She then asked curiously:
"Why are you borrowing so little this time? Every time you ask to borrow money from me, it's usually at least thirty or fifty gold coins, right?"
"This time... it's a bit different..."
The red-haired Commissioner's eyes filled with gloom as she explained:
"Last night, I was drinking until midnight. When I paid the bill and was about to leave with the wine, I realized I had forgotten my purse. When I returned, the waiter told me that my purse had been taken by someone, and he couldn't remember the person's face.
So this time, I don't need to borrow too much. As long as I can get through these few days, and when Jerry completes his task and returns, I can just ask his 'friends' to help me find my purse."
"...?"
So, Director Huang Dao of the Purification Bureau, a powerful individual with a record of slaying True Gods, got so drunk that she forgot to bring her purse? Are you being serious?
Emma blinked in disbelief, then stuffed the gold coins into the red-haired Commissioner's hand. She huffed in annoyance and said:
"The places you go to have expensive drinks, and the customers there are generally well-off. It's uncommon for them to take someone else's purse. Moreover, that waiter is also quite suspicious.
Usually, in high-end cafes like that, if a waiter notices a customer's lost purse, they will often keep it safe. If they don't notice, they will simply say they don't know, or even to avoid responsibility, they might not admit it even if they saw someone take it.
But he specifically told you that someone else had taken it, and he didn't remember the person's face. This seems very strange. Although it might not have been him, he most likely didn't tell you the truth."
After analyzing the situation, Emma suggested:
"How about this, tell me the name of the cafe and what the waiter looks like. Later, I'll go find Lyon, and after he gets off work, he can stop by and ask around to see what happened."
"Well... as soon as Jerry returns to the Bureau, I can get my purse back directly. There's no need to bother Lyon."
Remembering the words she had exchanged with Lyon over drinks yesterday, the Red-Haired Commissioner couldn't help but blush slightly, feeling a rare surge of embarrassment.
"Remember this, when someone has a weakness that everyone knows about, you better be careful."
'Take note, Little Lyon~ You're still green~'
The words that had sounded so cool yesterday, leaving Little Lyon in awe, now felt like a stab to the heart as she recalled how she had gotten so drunk that she forgot her wallet.
If Little Lyon found out about this, she probably wouldn't dare face him for the rest of the week...
"..."
Why are you blushing? Just speak your mind.
Seeing the Red-Haired Commissioner's slightly embarrassed cheeks, Emma's heart skipped a beat as she recalled their time in the Dead Realm. She had been with Lyon, their lips simultaneously swollen from the spicy food. Emma clenched her teeth and said, "Olivia! Did you... After I left yesterday, did you say something else to Lyon?"
???
Hearing Emma's question, the Red-Haired Commissioner's heart skipped a beat as well. She quickly regained her usual confident expression and calmly asked, "What?"
Damn it! You can't fool me with that expression! I won't believe a word you say with that look on your face!
Emma pursed her lips tightly, not saying a word. Instead, she got up and headed towards the door.
The Red-Haired Commissioner, unaware of what was wrong, instinctively called out to stop her.
"Wait, he's not here! Lyon has already left!"
Hearing this, Emma paused, then turned around, giving the Red-Haired Commissioner a suspicious glance.
"He's really not here."
Seeing Emma stop, the Red-Haired Commissioner breathed a sigh of relief and quickly spoke up.
"He went to the Police Department cafeteria for lunch before you returned."
"Really?"
"Really!"
"You knew he wasn't there, so why did you knock on his office door?"
"..."
...
"Hold it steady!"
The cafeteria lady at the Police Department loaded Lyon's plate with five or six pieces of fried cod, her wrist shaking as she scooped a large spoonful of beef from the nearby bucket, mixing it with the gravy and dumping it all on top of the rice.
"Alright, let's go! Come back for more if it's not enough!"
"..."
More? I'll be stuffed if I come back for seconds...
Looking at the amount of food on his plate, enough to feed two grown men, Lyon had no idea what he had done to catch the cafeteria lady's attention. He could barely eat half of it and smiled wryly, asking, "Could you... maybe tomorrow..."
"Tomorrow is salmon with green beans, roast chicken, and mushroom cream soup. Check the menu by the door if you need more. Hurry up, there's a line behind you!"
"..."
I wasn't asking about tomorrow's menu, I was wondering if you could give me a smaller portion...
Under the hungry gaze of the towering police officers behind him, Lyon couldn't help but shrink back, quickly picking up his plate and returning to his usual seat. He stared at the food, deep in thought.
This is way too much... Even a pig could probably eat its fill with all this food, right?
Just as Lyon took a deep breath, determined to eat until he burst rather than waste food, a familiar figure—no, a pig—approached with a plate and sat in the empty seat across from him.
"I knew you'd be here!"
Setting the plate on the table, the figure, with two large dark circles under its eyes, spoke with determination.
"Lyon! I need your help with something!"
"Okay... But you have to help me first!"
Seeing his savior, Lyon eagerly nodded, then took the spoon from the figure and ate half of the stew on his plate.
"Please help me eat a few pieces... Aunt Diana gave me way too much food today."
(End of Chapter)
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