I! Cleaner!

Endure? I won't endure it! I don't even want the title of Duke, why should I care about your family's shitty traditions?

After looking at his pale face in the mirror with great disdain, the always polite Leon finally couldn't help but roll his eyes at the old butler.

Originally, I thought that keeping everything simple and compressing the lengthy inheritance ceremony into one day would save a lot of trouble. Who knew that even the "simplest" version of the inheritance ceremony would be so complicated that it took me more than two hours just to dress and make up.

Not only did he change into a set of extremely troublesome clothes according to the corresponding clothes of the nobles, but he also had to stuff a special pad between his legs, stuffing the position of the body bulging, saying that it would show more masculinity.

In addition, a wig should be clipped on the head, lipstick should be applied on the mouth, eye makeup and facial wax should be applied on the eyes and face, and even the exposed skin such as the forehead and neck should be covered with a thick layer of lead powder. I refused again and again and changed to harmless paste powder.

After finally going through all this, I have to sit in this carriage that is said to have profound significance, driving on the main road of Redwood Avenue, leaving "lion footprints" by the prints on the wheels, implying that the new Duke of Lionheart has arrived in his territory...

After all this mess, I have been annoyed and angry, but the whole inheritance ceremony has not even started yet!

It's all bullshit!

After using his sleeves to wet some water and ruthlessly wiped off the mess on his face, Leon turned the door handle of the carriage and jumped out directly.

I must not follow their orders anymore. If I continue like this, I don’t know how many torturous weird procedures are waiting for me later!

"My Lord Duke? Makeup! Makeup!"

"What kind of makeup? I don't want to pretend anymore!"

After removing the wig on his head and wiping the marks on his face, Leon threatened with a dark face as he looked at the old butler who was chasing him angrily:

"Either I go like this, or you change someone to be the Duke! You choose!"

I...do I have a choice?

Seeing the new duke in front of him, whose patience had been worn out and who was throwing a tantrum, the old butler knew that he was not joking, so he had to chop his feet twice, then covered his chest and begged bitterly:

"I...Is it not enough for me to listen to you? But please get back to the car..."

"I won't!"

Lyon, whose patience had been completely exhausted, looked at the carriage behind him that was decorated with jewels and looked like a nouveau riche, and said unhappily:

"This car is too stupid, and it can't pass at all. Either change a car for me, or you change a duke!"

The old butler shook his head and said with a broken face:

"My Lord Duke! This really can't be done. Change! Every duke who succeeds to the title must leave a 'lion's footprint' on Redwood Avenue. This is a tradition! If you change this car, what will happen to the lion's footprint..."

"What the hell is a lion's footprint? After all, isn't it just a mark left by the wheel? That kind of thing will be crushed by the wheel, don't use it to torment me!"

"This... this... this really can't be done! There was no such reason before..."

After finally wiping off the honey cream mixed with pearl powder on his face, Leon, who didn't want to make any compromises, threatened directly in an evil voice:

"Either there is no reason, or there is no duke, which one do you want!"

I... I want to die!

Looking at the new duke who shook off the maids and guards and walked directly towards the manor on foot, the old butler felt dizzy. If he didn't have to pay attention to his manners, he would probably beat his chest and cry on the spot.

Old duke! You died happily after choosing this weirdo, but he still wants to torment us! You... why didn't you take me with you at the beginning?

Just as the old butler was holding the carriage and beating his chest in agony, a duke called out from the front.

"Come here!"

After getting off the carriage and walking a few steps, Leon saw a pile of overturned carriages on both sides of the road.

Turning back and waving to the old butler, after he caught up with him panting, Leon, with a frown on his face, pointed at several large boxes of broken porcelain on the roadside and demanded with dissatisfaction:

"Look at what your family has done. Not only did you force people off the road, but you also smashed their goods? Who pushed it down? Hurry up and pay them back!"

"Your Excellency the Duke... this... this was not done by us."

After hearing that he had to pay, a dark-faced guard couldn't help but speak up and defended himself after stealing a glance at Leon's expression:

"Before your carriage arrived, these carriages had already overturned on the roadside. They should have been smashed when the previous group of people drove them down."

The previous group of people?

"My Lord... Your Excellency the Duke."

After finally catching his breath, the old butler first asked the servant, then explained with a pale face:

"The carriage in front should be His Royal Highness Joshua's. It was the one that passed by us when we were waiting for you to get on the carriage at the intersection."

Oh, it turned out to be the one that almost splashed mud on me.

After listening to the old butler's words, Leon couldn't help but snorted with disgust after thinking of a certain eye-catching carriage pulled by eight horses.

Nobles, royal family...tsk...none of them is really good!

Looking sideways at several merchants crying sadly on the side of the road, based on the principle that I don't have to pay anyway, I should be as generous as possible, Leon directly asked:

"Then pay the money! After all, if it wasn't for delivering goods to your family, I wouldn't have run into him. It's reasonable for your Ryan family to bear some compensation."

"This..."

"What is this?"

Lyon, who had not slept well and had been tossed around, turned around and squinted at the old butler, saying arrogantly:

"Either you pay the money or someone else..."

"Pay, pay, pay! Pay it all!"

After being threatened by Lyon several times, the old butler's heart, which was already on the verge of breaking the limit, would beat uncontrollably whenever he heard the word "either". After covering his heart, which was beating wildly, the old butler, who felt that he would die at least ten years later, stretched out his hand and grabbed Leon's arm. His legs were shaking unconsciously, and he begged with a sad face:

"My Lord Duke! I agree to whatever you want to do! Just please stop saying "either"? The Ryan family can't live without you! I... I'm old, and my heart is not very good. I really can't stand this..."

Ah, this...

Looking at the old butler with a slightly purple face, holding his arm tightly with both hands, and looking like he would kneel down on the spot if he dared not agree, Leon couldn't help but hesitate.

To be honest, although in the soul's vision, this old butler is not a good person, but he is mainly conspiring and plotting, and he should not have done anything that angered the heavens and the people. And he is already so old, isn't it a bit bad for me to torment the old man?

But... I really wasn't prepared to be the duke. When the ceremony of inheriting the title begins and everyone is present, I'll have to find a way to turn it down. Seeing how he's holding it in until his face turns purple, will he be able to hold on when he knows what he wants to do?

"Well... I have something to tell you first, so don't get too excited..."

After hesitating for a while, Leon reached out to hold the old butler's back, then cautiously moved over and whispered to the somewhat "flattered" old butler:

"When everyone is present, I'm going to propose to the princess in front of everyone, using the entire Ryan family as a betrothal gift. In this way, they either have to change someone to be the duke, or get nothing at all! What do you think?"

"..."

"Fuck! Don't fall! Stand up straight! Oops! Why are you spitting?"