Chapter 366

Staring at the golden-threaded wallet presented to him, Leon’s head went blank for a moment before he suspiciously eyed the “magically appeared” waiter.

Could it be… he thought I was asking for a bribe?

But that doesn’t make sense. In his eyes, I’m a duke who isn’t short of money; why would I ask a waiter for a bribe? What could I possibly gain from that?

Leon, unable to figure it out, didn’t take the wallet handed by the waiter but instead furrowed his brows and shook his head.

“You must have mistaken. This should not be my wallet.”

Huh? Hearing Leon’s words, Jacob, whose face had shown relief, suddenly stiffened his expression but still tried hard to insist:

“Shouldn’t you open it and check? I found it based on the features you mentioned; it should be correct.”

“I did say my wallet has a lion pattern embroidered with golden thread, but that doesn’t mean every lion-patterned golden-thread wallet is mine.”

Taking the wallet from the waiter, flipping it over to the bottom with the lion pattern embroidered, Leon pointed at the name stitched above the lion and said,

“Look, like this name, it clearly… uh?”

What’s going on? This really is my name? “Duke, it seems you may have mistaken.”

Looking at the stunned Leon, Jacob immediately sighed in relief, smiling as he said, “Our lighting here is quite dim, so the color of the wallet looks different inside compared to outside, making it seem unfamiliar at first glance.

And as someone of your noble status, you usually have attendants following you around, rarely carrying your wallet yourself, so being unfamiliar with its appearance is quite normal.”

“…”

No, this has nothing to do with whether I recognized it or not. My wallet is still lying in the Mirror World; it wasn’t even lost! “This… it’s hard to say, what if someone shares my name?”

Feeling uneasy about the wallet embroidered with his name, Leon quickly opened it, flipped to the document compartment, and argued logically: “If this is my wallet, there should be my portrait… wow, there really is!”

Seeing his own photo in the document holder, looking arrogantly down at the camera, Leon felt a slight shock in his mind, remembering the director’s caution before coming here, becoming instinctively wary.

Although it wasn’t a portrait but a photo, which wasn’t exactly what he described, it was still bizarre. Could it be… this building is some kind of anomalous item? It can fulfill wishes or create things out of nothing? “It seems you did mistake it. This is indeed your wallet.”

Glancing at the photo, the waiter Jacob exhaled deeply, recovering his previous cheerful demeanor, politely asking:

“Congratulations on retrieving your belongings. Duke, since you’ve found your wallet, would you still like to go upstairs for a drink?”

“No… no need…”

Seeing the curious gazes around him, Leon’s lips slightly parted then closed again. Considering further tugging might draw attention, he reluctantly accepted the suspicious wallet, his expression rigid as he said stiffly,

“I’m planning to look around elsewhere; please escort me out.”

“Yes, this way please.”

Watching this troublesome guest finally leave, Jacob couldn’t help but sigh in relief, leading ahead respectfully to see Leon off.

Not long after the two left, a little golden puppy sleeping soundly at the bar counter downstairs suddenly twitched, plopping off the chair with a thud.

“Uh? Where’s my wallet?”

Realizing the spot where his wallet hung on his waist was empty, the little golden puppy sobered up halfway, then under the support of the waiter, wobbled toward the main platform near the entrance, raising his hand to forcefully bang on the counter.

“Hey! Someone! My wallet’s gone! I need to report it missing!”

“Alright… Mr. Steven Lane, right?”

Glancing at the drunk little golden puppy in front of him, the registrar behind the counter took out a notebook and gently asked, “What does your wallet look like?”

“Since I’m already a Lane, what could my wallet look like? Of course, it’s gold like my hair, with our family’s lion pattern embroidered on the back!”

Standing steady against the counter, the little golden puppy dressed in military training gear, with blurred vision from drinking, slurred, “And, there’s… there’s the name of the duke I once admired most embroidered underneath… along with his picture… ugh… I feel so f*cking pathetic!”

As he spoke, seemingly triggering some strange switch, the completely red-faced little golden puppy suddenly hugged the counter and burst into tears, crying out, “I admire the duke so much, yet he actually kidnapped me, forcing me to operate his power armor! You know? He attacked… um… never mind, but he forced me to open the power armor for him!

Wah wah wah… I just said earlier that I’d rather die than help him escape, but soon after, I had to help him flee using the power armor! Now everyone calls me ‘Iron-Boned Steven,’ I’ve become famous throughout the entire armored army, and everyone laughs at me when they see me!”

The little golden puppy became increasingly agitated while speaking, banging his forehead repeatedly against the counter and sobbing loudly, “You know? Everyone laughed at me after that day; I can’t even stay in the barracks anymore! The secret police from the Secret Investigation Bureau are always waiting for me because I’ve had contact with… um… anyway, they keep blocking me in the barracks trying to interrogate me.

Trapped in my room, I couldn’t bear it anymore after days, managed to climb over the wall to get out, wanted to drink to relieve my frustration, but now I’ve lost my wallet… I really feel so f*cking pathetic!”

“Sir, please calm down! Your wallet might not be lost yet; let me have someone search for it for you!”

Heartbroken to see the counter he had just cleaned moments ago smeared with snot again, the registrar quickly summoned a colleague responsible for lost-and-found…

“What? Someone else claimed my wallet?”

Hearing that someone had falsely claimed his wallet, the little golden puppy wiped the snot off his face, glaring red-eyed and roaring,

“Who! Who dared to take my stuff? Tell me their name! I’ll beat them to death today!”

“Uh… the record shows the name is Leon Lane…”

“Who? Who claimed it?”

“Leon Lane.”

Repeating Leon’s name, the registrar smiled apologetically and said, “We verified, and the badge he showed was genuine. He is indeed the current Lionheart Duke. He also lost his wallet, and the features matched yours, so we…

Hmm… Mr. Steven, maybe you should carefully recall and see if you mistakenly identified the duke’s wallet as your own?”

“…”

“Wah! I really feel so f*cking pathetic!”

(End of Chapter)