Chapter 644: A Futile Task
Chapter 644: A Futile Task
"Huh?!"
The trio dodged the thick sputum spat out by the Black Mountain Sheep, but they couldn't avoid the barrage of curses that followed, leaving them stunned.
Meanwhile, Lyon and the red-haired director exchanged a glance as the sheep's head unleashed a tirade.
"Is this why you called me over?"
"Yes, yes, yes! That's exactly what I meant! You always understand me, haha~"
The red-haired director, delighted by the sight of the three deputy directors being verbally assaulted by the sheep's head, couldn't help but take a deep breath, feeling a long-lost joy.
The reason he had kept this dead sheep in the bureau, despite disliking it and its exceptional soul vision, was its powerful mouth.
Whenever he was constrained by his position or felt too embarrassed to speak up, this dead sheep would curse on his behalf for an entire day, and all it needed was a couple of packs of cigarettes. Talk about value for money!
"Ah~ What a pity. If it weren't for Lyon, I'd almost feel reluctant to let it go~"
As the red-haired director indulged in this rare pleasure, the three deputy directors, having recovered from their initial shock, stood up in unison, their faces filled with anger as they shouted:
"Shut up! Damned demon!"
"Director Olivia!"
"Mr. Lyon! Control your..."
"Hmph! You..."
Using his self-created skill, Thick Sputum Spray, the Black Mountain Sheep interrupted the deputy directors' angry questioning and continued to vent its frustration:
"I used to be a great demon! The first demon under the True God! You three little shrimps combined aren't worth a single hair on my body! Back when I wore pants, I could see thousands of your brothers just by looking down while using the toilet!
The more I talk, the angrier I get. How dare you put a dog collar on me? You're not even worthy of..."
"If I weren't well-fed and well-rested, with a calmer temperament than before, I'd dig up your ancestors' graves, reassemble their remains, and stuff them into your asses one by one! Don't ask why I'd do such a thing; I'd be helping your ancestors return home!"
"You... you..."
"What do you mean, 'you'? You can't even recognize your own father, and you dare to question me? I've had enough! Were you picked up from the sewers by the Cleanup Bureau, or..."
"Stop! That's enough!"
Lyon reached out and covered the Black Mountain Sheep's mouth, cutting off the increasingly censored curses. He apologized with a hint of embarrassment:
"Sorry, its emotions got a little out of control, and its words were a bit harsh. I hope you don't mind."
"..."
Were those words harsh? Every word that came out of this damned demon's mouth was filth!
After a brief pause, the three deputy directors, who had almost been cursed into silence, gritted their teeth and asked:
"If you don't want to wear the necklace, you could have just told us! Why..."
"I can wear it. Why can't I?"
Lyon calmly replied:
"Although the origin of this anomaly is questionable, it is indeed a precious anomaly, and its effect is suitable for the current situation. I have no complaints about it."
"Then why..."
"I just feel that the effect of the necklace you gave me is not good enough. It only allows the three of you to contact me unilaterally, which is still too inefficient."
Lyon pinched the still-struggling Black Mountain Sheep and, under the terrified gazes of the three deputy directors, kindly introduced it:
"It's my pet... or rather, one of the demons I have a contract with. Compared to the necklace that only allows unilateral contact, it can communicate with me over vast distances and easily pinpoint my location even across an entire city.
So, instead of wearing the necklace you gave me, I'd prefer if the three of you kept it by your side. That way, in case of any danger, we can quickly share information... What do you think?"
"How is it? Not good at all! Very not good!"
Seeing the sheep-headed creature, whose mouth was gripped by Leon, still furiously cursing them with its soul, and the fact that its insults were not repetitive, the three deputy directors couldn't help but shudder simultaneously.
Although this creature didn't seem very powerful, its foul-mouthed rants were deadly. Just five minutes of its verbal assault had their blood pressure soaring. If they were to keep it around for over half a month, their brain vessels might burst before the Slaughter King Sect even made a move!
"This... isn't quite appropriate, is it?"
In response to Leon's proposed "better" solution, the deputy director of the Hound Bureau reluctantly said, "This demon is a powerful aberration. Leaving it behind might weaken your abilities. It's better to..."
"No, my main combat aberration is something else, not them."
"It... them?"
"Yes, them."
Under the admiring gaze of the Red-Haired Director, Leon smiled and added, "It was originally shattered into seven pieces, and I've already collected four of them. So, not only can I hand it over to you, but each of you can even carry one."
"?!?!"
One for each of them?!
With its mouth restrained, this creature's output power was reduced to 50%, and yet its soul waves alone were enough to torment the three of them. If there were three more unrestrained sheep-headed creatures, wouldn't they each have to endure six times the current torment?
"No! No need!"
Under the intimidation of the Black Mountain Sheep, the three deputy directors shook their heads in unison. The middle-aged woman from the Cat Bureau, feeling embarrassed, said, "Actually, one of us specializes in speed, and the other in perception. If any issue arises, we can rush over in time. So... immediate communication isn't that crucial. We can do without this."
"Are you sure?"
At these words, Leon blinked and gestured as if offering the Black Mountain Sheep to them, inviting sincerely, "They may have foul mouths, but their abilities are remarkable. Won't you reconsider?"
"No, no! Absolutely not!"
"Alright then."
With a hint of disappointment, Leon put away the Black Mountain Sheep, which hadn't finished its tirade. He lifted the Water Hound Collar in his hand and asked, "What about this?"
"It's yours! It's yours!"
The Leopard Bureau's director, regretting his decision, waved his hands hurriedly, "This item is meant for communication. Keep it if you find it useful!"
"Then, thank you for your generosity."
After tossing the Water Hound Collar into the Mirror World and giving it to the young Ha as a toy, Leon smiled and asked, "By the way, what are your plans for defense after the director's departure?"
Their plan was...
Upon hearing Leon's question, the three deputy directors, still shaken, exchanged glances before the middle-aged woman from the Cat Bureau spoke up, "Our plan is to gather the two branches of the royal bloodline and keep them in the Virgin Bureau for close protection."
A plan to guard vigilantly? That seemed like a reasonably safe idea.
Leon nodded in agreement and asked, "What about me? What task have you assigned to me?"
"Your task is to remain in the palace."
The middle-aged woman from the Cat Bureau explained, "The princess needs to maintain the kingdom's operations. We can't confine her to the Virgin Bureau, so your task is to provide close protection for her during the next half-month."
"..."
?!?!?
(End of Chapter)
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