Me! Cleaner!.

Chapter 1173 The Badge is Still Exerting Its Power
Just like when you start thinking about whether or not to buy something you like, it's almost certain that you'll end up spending money sooner or later. After having the idea of ​​peeking into Frederica's dream, Leon finally couldn't resist the temptation and reactivated the [Dream Butterfly] created by the Taurus director.

Both the situation of the remnants of the old lands and Frederica's grandfather, who lived for over four hundred years, are of great interest and are likely to be able to provide assistance on this trip, so...

paste!
After confirming that the surrounding environment was safe and there was no danger, Leon found a flat spot and laid Frederica down. Then he closed his eyes, leaned over, and pressed his forehead against Frederica's slightly furrowed brow.

"Shu~"

Accompanied by the familiar fluttering of butterfly wings, Leon's will, in a moment of weightlessness, transformed once more into a shimmering golden butterfly, flying into Frederica's dream, and then...

"How about... we just bury this kid?"

"?!?!?!"

The big house was still the same big house, the strong men were still the same strong men, and the old man was still the same old man... To Lyon's somewhat astonished gaze, the dream that had suddenly broken apart strangely resumed.

However, unlike before, Frederica's family had completely changed their hostile attitude towards her. Now, they were surrounding her lying on the ground, discussing something amongst themselves.

"Wouldn't it be a bad idea to bury it?"

The burly man, number one...two...I couldn't tell which number he was, reached out and clutched the crumpled hem of his clothes, looking somewhat panicked, and said:
"He just wanted to watch the little girl take a bath, that's not a capital offense, is burying him like this a bit much..."

"Third Brother! The problem isn't whether this kid deserves to die, but that he suddenly stopped breathing!"

The other burly man interrupted the hesitant man, saying with a helpless expression:
"We didn't intend to do anything to him, just beat him up and send him away, but who knew he'd just roll his eyes and lie down like that..."

"This person was probably too timid and was scared to death."

The third burly man picked up the conversation, sighing sadly:
"Even though he's a lecher, he's still a human being, and he definitely has parents and family. I think we should take him out and ask him whose family he is... Holy crap?!"

After exchanging a glance with the strange-looking Leon, the burly man sighed and stumbled back three steps, knocking over the white-bearded old man behind him. He then pointed a carrot-thick finger at the open-eyed Leon and screamed in a trembling voice:

"Fake! Fake! Fake! Fake! Fake!!!"

I'm not a zombie, I've just reconnected to this dream, you...

"You faked your death!"

"?!"

Upon seeing Leon, who had previously appeared dead, suddenly "come back to life," the group of burly men, realizing they had been tricked, were furious and immediately rolled up their sleeves to surround him.

Just when Lyon thought he was probably going to get a beating, he heard hurried footsteps outside the door.

“I asked him, and he did fall down the hillside; he didn’t intentionally peek at me while I was showering.”

After pushing open the door and entering, Frederica, her face flushed, leaned against the doorframe, slightly out of breath, and explained to the group of burly men: She must have just run a short distance.
"Also, he probably didn't sneak into the Holy Land on purpose. A section of the fence around the Holy Land that was used to 'disperse idlers' was rotten, losing its effect of luring ordinary people away. He probably accidentally wandered in from outside that rotten section of the fence."

Holy site... fence... dispersing bystanders...

Just as Frederica was explaining the situation, Leon, who had heard many new terms, raised an eyebrow slightly. Just as he was about to ask a question, he saw Frederica suddenly scream and run towards the back of the house.

"Grandpa? Grandpa, what's wrong?!"

what?
Seeing the old man lying unconscious on the ground behind the group of burly men, his robe bearing a gray footprint, the burly men were momentarily stunned. Then, they all looked towards the burly man who had been frightened by Leon earlier...

"Sixth Brother! Look what you've done!"

"I'm not the sixth brother, I'm the third brother..."

"If you're the third child, then what's the third?"

"Get out of here! Don't crowd around!"

After shoving aside the burly men who were crowding around, Frederica said urgently:

"Stop fooling around! Go find a doctor!"

"Oh yes!"

"Doctor! Find a doctor!" "Let's go! Hurry!"

After being reminded by Frederica, the burly men, who seemed to be missing a screw in their heads, suddenly realized what was going on and rushed toward the door like a swarm of bees... only to get stuck solidly in the door frame.

"Third brother! What are you doing?!"

"I'm the fourth brother! And you're blocking my way!"

"You're the ones blocking my way! Get out of here!"

"No...who the hell is nudging my ass? Stop pushing! They're all sticking out of my face!"

"..."

These idiots... are these people here to be funny?

Looking at this scene, which was quite abstract even in the chaotic dream world, Leon's lips twitched involuntarily, and he couldn't help but remind him:

"Please step back a little, don't rush to get out, make way for the doorway..."

"Crack!"

"..."

Fine……

Watching the burly men who had used their muscles to knock down the wooden wall of the house and then rolled out of the doorway, Leon's lips twitched violently. He then turned around and walked towards Frederica.

"you?"

"Let me take a look."

Although this was just a dream, Leon didn't act recklessly. Instead, he reached out to check the white-bearded old man's breathing and pulse, parted his hair to examine the large bump on his head, and after confirming that there was no potential danger, he used his fingernail to poke the old man's philtrum hard.

"Ayo!"

It must be said that although this was just Frederica's dream, it seemed to follow the laws of reality. The white-bearded old man, whose philtrum had been pinched hard, cried out in pain and immediately woke up. Then, unsurprisingly, he uttered the classic line of a patient who had just awakened.

"I...I am..."

"You were knocked down by your sixth or third son... I don't know exactly which one. Your head hit the table and you passed out. I just woke you up."

"Oh……"

After touching the large bump on his head, the white-bearded old man, who had regained his memories before falling into a coma, nodded blankly and then looked at Leon with some confusion.

"So, who are you?"

"?"

Who do you think I am? I'm the one who peeked at your granddaughter taking a bath... Pshaw! I'm not even from your family!

"Grandfather! You've made a mistake!"

After glancing worriedly at the large bump on the old man's head, Frederica breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Leon with a complicated expression. Then, somewhat helplessly, she explained to the confused old man:

“He’s not from our family; he’s an outsider who stumbled into this holy place.”

"Oh, that……"

Perhaps genuinely dazed from the fall, the white-bearded old man glanced at Leon a few times, then scratched the back of his head in confusion and said:

"The moment I saw you, I felt an instant connection with you, like you were family. I even thought you were my grandson. And you seem like... um... what's the word again? You have a promising future?"
Oh, by the way, are you married? Would you like to meet my granddaughter?

(End of this chapter)