Chapter 330

Damn it! If only this little brat could be a bit dumber!

Seeing Leon’s face filled with five parts shock, four parts speechlessness, and one part deep disdain, the red-haired Bureau Director couldn’t help but click her tongue in her heart. She then blinked her charming fox-like eyes, her cheeks flushing as she pinched the corner of her clothes and said, “What nonsense are you spouting? How could I ever…”

“You’re definitely thinking that!”

Instantly seeing through the Bureau Director’s clumsy act, Leon gasped sharply, hurriedly pursing his lips and taking two steps back.

Wow! No wonder you’re being so nice to me today! Even going so far as to use such a precious wish to help me obtain a useful anomalous item, you were waiting for this moment! Tch! Looks like I can’t fool him! Watching Leon, who had closed his mouth and taken several steps back, guarding against her like a thief, the Bureau Director couldn’t help but blink. Then, with a somewhat sorrowful expression, she said, “Leon, today is my birthday. I only get one birthday a year, and I just wanted to have a nice drink today. Could you…”

“This isn’t about your birthday!”

Warily eyeing the Bureau Director, who was now playing the emotional card, Leon decisively shook his head and refused:

“If you want to drink, I can treat you after we get back. I’ll even borrow money from the Princess if I have to. I’ll buy you whatever you want, but this…”

“But this isn’t something you can just drink anytime!”

Glancing at the small bottle in Leon’s hand, the Bureau Director said pitifully, “That’s made from the beads of the God of Wine. It contains a trace of the [Fine Wine] power. No wine in the entire world can compare to it, not even come close. The wine you can buy in the Capital is at least two grades below it.

Leon, dear Leon, I just want a taste of this on my birthday. I won’t do anything else. Besides, you already promised me earlier. How can you suddenly go back on your word?”

“I… I did promise, but I didn’t know you…”

“Don’t worry, just one sip!”

Seeing Leon’s attitude wavering slightly, the Bureau Director couldn’t help but feel overjoyed. She subtly inched forward while raising her hand to swear:

“I promise, if you let me have just one sip, I won’t bother you anymore after this! And I won’t tell anyone about this!”

“…”

“Dear Leon, today is my birthday. I fulfilled one of your wishes on my birthday. Can’t you fulfill one of mine?”

“…”

“You know, I left my parents’ side when I was young and joined the Clearing Bureau. Every year, I spend my birthday alone…”

“Stop, stop… I… I agree…”

Unable to withstand the Bureau Director’s relentless pestering and fearing she might resort to force if unsatisfied, Leon reluctantly agreed to this bizarre, shameless request.

“Ahaha, I knew you’d agree! Don’t worry! It’ll be quick. Just close your eyes, and it’ll be over in a moment!”

Seeing Leon finally give in, a hint of triumph flashed in the Bureau Director’s eyes. She then eagerly urged:

“Drink up! Yes, yes! More!

Keep going! Take a bigger sip!”

“Mmm!!!”

Hearing the Bureau Director’s urging, Leon, who had taken a big gulp of wine, his cheeks bulging, couldn’t help but glare at her angrily.

That’s enough! If I don’t drink it, I’ll swallow it myself! “Alright, alright! That’s enough then.”

Reading Leon’s expression, the Bureau Director sighed regretfully, carefully sealed the bottle, and put away the remaining half. She then wrapped her arm around Leon’s neck, slightly rising on her tiptoes.

“…”

Following the pull of the arm around his neck, Leon slightly lowered his head. His gaze traveled down from the Bureau Director’s cunning fox-like eyes, past her delicate nose, and finally settled on her slightly pouted, soft pink lips. His heart skipped a beat, and his throat moved involuntarily.

To be honest, I might be feeling just a little…

“Ah! Don’t!”

Seeing Leon’s Adam’s apple move slightly, the Bureau Director instinctively grabbed his throat, and under Leon’s shocked gaze, she forcefully stopped the wine from going down.

?!

Feeling a bit of a heart attack…

“Uh… sorry…”

Realizing what she had done, the Bureau Director smiled apologetically at Leon, then quickly pressed her warm lips against his. Leon, whose heart had just died before it could even flutter, opened his mouth slightly with a dark expression.

Mmm…

Though the process and reasons were utterly absurd, thanks to the fine wine, this not-so-innocent kiss still felt fragrant and…

Hot!

Feeling a wave of heat piercing straight to his core, Leon’s eyes widened in shock, instinctively wanting to pull away. But the quicker Bureau Director had already pushed him away, turning her head to spit out the fine wine.

However, before they could separate, a rose-colored horn pattern appeared on the small bottle tightly held by the Bureau Director. The remaining half-bottle of fine wine instantly turned into bright red chili oil! “Pah! Pah! Pah!”

After hurriedly spitting out the chili oil, Leon’s tongue was already numb from the spiciness. The Bureau Director wasn’t faring much better; her originally light pink lips had turned a fiery red, swollen from the heat.

“Hmph!”

With a familiar angry snort, the pattern on the bottle faded, and the chili oil, which had almost burned through the bottle, turned back into clear, fragrant wine, as if nothing had happened.

The chili oil spat onto the ground quickly gathered together, leaving a bright red angry message on the Deathscape’s pale soil.

‘You two really opened my eyes!’

“…”

“…”

…

“You’re back.”

Hearing footsteps behind her, Emma, who was sitting on a round stone by the lake, petting a death-announcing crow, turned around. She was about to ask how things went but couldn’t help but pause.

The reason was simple: although Leon and the Bureau Director walked side by side, their gazes were directed left and right, never meeting.

One looked as if he had been caught stealing a chicken, his expression awkward and ashamed, while the other seemed like she had failed to steal the chicken, sighing in frustration…

Judging by their looks… did they get caught trying to steal a coffin? Thinking this, Emma’s heart tightened. She quickly put down the crow and stood up, walking over with concern in her eyes as she asked:

“What happened? Did the third generation… Huh? What’s going on? Why are both of your lips swollen?”

(End of Chapter)