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Chapter 895: Leon!
Chapter 895: Leon!
"Leon!!!"
Her tightly shut eyes snapped open, and after several heavy breaths, Emma, shivering all over, couldn't help but raise her arm and push open the dirty ebony board above her. She sat up in the worm-eaten coffin, her undershirt soaked with cold sweat.
What just happened? Why in her nightmare was Leon being pushed off a cliff by a beast whose face she couldn't make out?
"Huh?"
Hearing the sound of the coffin lid opening behind her, the old man with the square head, who was busy scrubbing a pot nearby, turned around and glanced back, then grumbled unhappily:
"You're already in the coffin, why are you sitting up? Did you forget what I said earlier?"
"I... I'm sorry..."
After calming her racing heart, Emma, still shaken, quickly apologized:
"Third Generation Director, I just had a nightmare..."
"Stop! That's enough!"
Raising his hand to signal 'STOP', the old man interrupted Emma and scowled:
"You people have been through a lot in the City of Regret. You've been lying in the Sage's Coffin, which affects the soul. It would be strange if you didn't have at least seventeen or eighteen nightmares... Look at them, they're all dreaming over there, aren't they?"
To prove his point, the old man waved at the graveyard, which was dug up and full of holes. One by one, the old coffin lids opened, revealing the groaning purifiers inside.
"Waaah... I'm sorry, I really am!"
"Please, spare him, spare him!"
"This marriage can't be dissolved! How about the three of us together then?"
"No! No! How could this be!"
"..."
"See? They're all dreaming over there, aren't they?"
The old man with the square head pointed at the coffin beneath Emma and humphed:
"Get back in there and lie down! You good-for-nothings who can't even defeat a True God, you've been in the City of Regret for several weeks now. Your souls can't take it anymore. When you return to the living world, you'll need to stay in bed for at least a year before you can get up. It'll take three to five years to fully recover.
Having nightmares in the Sage's Coffin is unpleasant, but it's also mending the cracks in your souls and even has the effect of opening your wisdom. You've got a great deal, you know?"
"Thank you, Third Generation Director..."
Having heard about the Third Generation Director from the Red-Haired Bureau Chief, Emma didn't dare to be impolite to the old man with the square head who had taken them in. She quickly thanked him, then hesitated:
"But the nightmare I just had seemed a little off."
"What's there to be off about in a dream? There's no need to make a fuss."
"But..."
"No buts! Get back in there and lie down. Don't cause me any more trouble!"
Taking a wooden-handled brush from the pot, which was scrubbed to a mirror shine, he pointed to the group of dead souls tied to a tree nearby and said impatiently:
"See that green-haired old man? Before his brain went moldy, his hair was golden, and he was known as a once-in-a-millennium great playwright. Every hair he shed while writing a script was collected as if it were real gold.
And that old lady over there, even though her chest has sagged to her knees now, she was once a graceful dancer known for her elegant posture. Each of her performances would attract tens of thousands of spectators, and the line to meet her would stretch for a kilometer."
The remaining ones over there, stacked and bundled up, are mostly scholars from the Mechanical City of Kroko. Many of the things you use today were invented by them; each one of them is a great contributor to humanity!
I had to dig them out of their graves just to make room in the coffin for your soul repairs! If it weren't for that boy sending you, I wouldn't bother with your soul's well-being. Don't be ungrateful!"
"I... but I just dreamed about Leon. He..."
"You're his mistress, aren't you? What's so unusual about dreaming of him?"
"..."
Emma was choked by the third-generation old man's matter-of-fact retort, and after holding it in for a moment, her face turned slightly red as she spoke.
"It wasn't that kind of dream! I dreamed that Leon was hugging a naked man and fell off a very steep cliff!"
"Huh???"
Upon hearing Emma's words, the old man's face turned pale with surprise, and then he said in disbelief:
"He has that kind of fetish?"
"No..."
Feeling that the old man's thought process was a bit odd, Emma pursed her lips, sensing that she couldn't explain it to him. She organized her thoughts and spoke again:
"My connection with Leon is very close... Please listen to me!"
Not a single mistake, one shot, one inner, one content, one in 1691, book, one look!
Emma raised her hand in advance, stopping the third-generation old man who was about to speak. With a slightly anxious expression, she explained quickly:
"Leon once carried me back from the Death Realm to the living world. Our souls are very close, and since then, we've had an unspoken connection.
So I think this nightmare of mine might not be just a simple nightmare. It's possible that the fragment of Leon's soul left in the Death Realm has encountered trouble. When his soul was in distress, my soul felt what happened!"
"Is that so..."
Upon hearing this, the old man's face turned solemn, and he furrowed his brows.
"Then, according to your analysis of what you saw... could it be that his soul jumped off a cliff in an embrace with a naked man?"
"..."
This old man must be crazy!!!
Facing the old director who kept rambling and clearly pretending not to understand, Emma couldn't help but stomp her foot, her expression turning slightly annoyed.
"Director! Leon's soul might be in danger! He's the most outstanding purifier our bureau has had in years! And you were his teacher! You..."
"Nonsense!"
The old man with the square head became furious upon hearing this, jumping up and shouting back:
"You're his teacher! Your whole family are his teachers! I... damn it! Don't talk nonsense! I never taught him anything! I barely know him!"
"Teacher, you're being a bit unfair with that statement."
"?!?!?!"
Hearing that voice that almost ruined his reputation, the third-generation director's neck twitched slightly, and he turned back with a complex expression.
A pile of rare materials... no, a familiar figure with black hair and eyes reached out from the pot, adjusted the pot's edge, and poured out the water used for washing it. Then, he crouched and emerged from the pot he had polished to a shine, wearing an annoying smile.
"Th..."
"Leon!"
(End of Chapter)
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