Chapter 363: Huh?
Chapter 363: Huh?
Huh?
Upon hearing the angry curses emanating from the shopping bag, the boatman, who had been maintaining a constant smile, suddenly froze, his eyes widening in shock. He pointed at the bag in Lyon's hand and stammered, "It! It! You... you!"
"What's wrong?"
After warning the Black Goat to stay quiet, Lyon glanced over curiously.
"Hurry up and row the boat. There are other customers waiting, and blocking their way won't be good."
"No... It's not that! The goat head in your hand... it spoke!"
"Spoke? Who spoke?"
"The goat head! The one you're holding!"
"You must be hearing things."
Hidden beneath the chest of his shirt, the small red fork trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly. Lyon opened the shopping bag slightly, revealing the wooden sculpture of the Black Goat inside, and then nonchalantly lied, "It's just a sculpture. How could it possibly speak?"
Wooden... sculpture?
The burly, pink-clad boatman cautiously leaned in to take a closer look. After confirming that it was indeed a wooden sculpture, he looked bewildered and said, "But I clearly heard..."
"You must be tired."
Lyon switched his badge to the Performance Master one and glanced at the boatman with a hint of sympathy. Then, in a gentle voice, he reassured him, "If you're feeling unwell, just row me to the beverage zone, and you can go home and rest. You don't need to refund the boat fare."
"No... It's fine, I can manage."
Could it be... that I'm truly exhausted?
Under the double deception of the Desire Invader and the Performance Master, although he felt like the angry curses still echoed in his ears, the muscular, pink-clad boatman hesitated for a moment before reluctantly accepting Lyon's explanation. He resumed rowing the small boat designated for passengers.
...
Phew... Finally, I managed to deceive him.
Seeing that the boatman didn't say anything further, Lyon couldn't help but breathe a slight sigh of relief. He then secretly reached into the shopping bag and twisted the Black Goat's head hard.
'Do you know how close we were to being exposed just now? If something like this happens again, you'll stay in the Mirror World!'
'No... That old man said we're ingredients! We're not just any ingredients, we're the kind that almost ascended to godhood! It's understandable to be angry when treated as ingredients, but no matter what, you'd better behave!'
Considering that the upcoming task required the use of the Black Goat's soul vision, Lyon refrained from arguing with it. Instead, he sternly instructed, 'Our director specifically emphasized that safety is the top priority for this mission. Our task is merely to gather information, and we must not draw unnecessary attention. Otherwise, it could be dangerous!'
'Remember, I have an immortal body. Even so, the director still warned me to be cautious about exposure, indicating that our enemy is extraordinary. So, we must be extra careful!'
'Tsk... Got it!'
Hearing that even the 'Red-Haired Woman' considered this task dangerous, the Black Goat quietly retracted its neck, adding an extra dose of caution. However, it still spoke with disdain, 'If you ask me, she probably just came here for a big drink, got drunk, forgot her wallet, and felt too embarrassed to tell you the truth. So, she's pretending to be all mysterious and giving you a task to run an errand for her. In reality, there might not even be anything going on.'
Hmph, when you were a Great Demon, you had a better mouth than this. No wonder you were torn into seven pieces.
After listening to the Black Goat's words, Lyon couldn't help but look at it with disdain.
Even if the director really lost her wallet, finding it after a few days when Senior Jerry returns wouldn't be difficult. Moreover, if she's short on cash, she can always borrow from Senior Emma. Why go through all this trouble to deceive me?
'Alright, stop talking nonsense and get to work!'
Ignoring the Black Goat's stubbornness, Lyon looked at the three-story building in the distance, his expression turning serious. He extended his finger and pressed it against the Black Goat's forehead, quietly activating the soul vision.
Boom!
It was as if countless colorful neon lights had been lit up simultaneously, or as if on a pitch-black canvas, buckets of vibrant, multicolored paint had been suddenly poured, Lyon felt as if his brain was flooded with a multitude of unclear, colorful soul flames flashing into his vision.
Wild, chaotic, intoxicated, and delirious...
And yet, this was only one-ninth of the "Pink Enigma" before them, where nearly two thousand souls were burning with dazzling brilliance... or perhaps slowly sinking into oblivion, which was also fine.
'This place is great, I like it!'
After taking a deep breath of the chaotic atmosphere, Lyon looked at the colorful souls gradually being dyed and couldn't help but smile at the black goat that was being carried by the boat.
'Maybe I was wrong about those red-haired ladies. With so many intense souls gathered together, who knows what kind of extraordinary anomaly they might create.'
'Indeed, the Commissioner is quite reliable when she's not drunk.'
Nodding in agreement, Lyon tied the bag of the shopping bag, picked up the goat head, and entered the three-story building, which was still predominantly pink. Hearing his footsteps, a neatly dressed waiter immediately emerged from the waiting area behind the door, smiling and asking:
"Guest, which floor would you like to go to?"
"Which floor... Is there any difference between the floors here? Is it better the higher you go?"
"Not entirely."
The waiter smiled and said:
"In our Pink Enigma beverage zone, we wholeheartedly serve every guest. The reason for dividing the floors is mainly to ensure everyone has a more enjoyable time.
For example, the first floor is designated as a drinking area. Although it might be a bit noisy, the atmosphere is fantastic, catering to those with a high alcohol tolerance who want to have a good, hearty drink;
The second floor is divided into smaller private areas, suitable for those who prefer a quieter environment and want to gather with a few friends for a casual drink; as for the top floor, the third floor, that's for guests who have high standards for beverage quality and prioritize taste and ambiance."
Lyon understood—the first floor was the cheapest, the second floor was more expensive, and the third floor was exorbitantly priced!
He discreetly squeezed his wallet and, already feeling the pinch after paying the boat fee, nodded. Unfazed, he asked:
"Then which floor is the VIP area?"
"Hehe, as long as you're here, you're our Pink Enigma VIP. We will strive to provide you with the most meticulous and thoughtful service, ensuring you have a wonderful and pleasant experience."
After a few polite and respectful sentences, the waiter smiled and added:
"But indeed, some guests refer to the third floor as the VIP area... Do you have an appointment with a guest on the third floor? If so, I can take you up there now."
So... the VIP area is like a membership system, and you can't go up without an invitation or sufficient credentials?
Lyon couldn't help but frown slightly upon catching the waiter's implied meaning. Instinctively, he wanted to activate the 【Dream Invader】 to make the waiter have a dream and take him upstairs.
But remembering the Commissioner's repeated instructions and concerned about the anomaly's fluctuations being discovered, Lyon instead lightly tapped his cufflink, retrieving the identity emblem the Lane family had given him.
"Can this get me to the third floor?"
This is... the Lion Crest? The Five-Feathered Golden Crown? Does that mean this person is... the Lionheart Duke?!
The well-trained waiter's eyes narrowed, immediately recognizing the significance of the emblem, and his expression became eager.
"Of course!"
Quickly clearing the way, the waiter smiled and said:
"Your Grace, since this is your first time here, please follow me to register briefly and leave a signature. All subsequent bills will be charged directly to your account, and we'll settle them with the Lane family to minimize any inconvenience to you... How does that sound?"
Hmm? So, you're saying that if I spend money here, you'll ask the Lane family for payment?
Hearing that someone would cover his expenses, Lyon was overjoyed. He agreed, maintaining his composure, and followed the waiter to the main desk. Taking the quill pen offered to him, he signed the elegant guestbook with his left hand...
"Zzzz..."
【Name: List of the Fallen (Fallen, Name, Location)】
【Appearance: ...】
Huh?
(End of Chapter)
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