I! Cleaner!

No, I was just talking nonsense! Why did this really come to me?

Looking at the gold wallet handed to him, Leon's head was suddenly confused, and then he looked at the waiter who "made something out of nothing" with suspicion.

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

But this is unreasonable. In his eyes, I am a duke who is not short of money. How could I ask for a bribe from a waiter? What am I picturing?

Leon, who was puzzled, did not accept the wallet handed over by the waiter, but frowned and waved his hand:

"You're mistaken, this shouldn't be my wallet."

ah?

After hearing Leon's words, Jacob, who was full of relief, couldn't help but look stiff, but he still tried hard to insist:

"Why don't you open it and take a look? I found it based on the characteristics you mentioned. It should be right."

"I said that my wallet is a gold wallet with a lion pattern, but that doesn't mean that a gold wallet with a lion pattern is my wallet."

After taking the wallet from the waiter's hand and turning it to the bottom embroidered with lion patterns, Leon pointed to the embroidered name above the lion's head and said:

"Look, for example, this name, it's obviously... huh?"

what happened? Is this really my name?

"Your Majesty the Duke, it seems you may have made a mistake."

Looking at the stunned Leon, Jacob suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile:

“The lights here are dim, so the color of the wallet looks a little different from the outside. It doesn’t look like it at first glance.

As for a noble noble like you, you are usually followed by an entourage when you go out. You rarely bring your own wallet, so you are not very familiar with the style of your own wallet and it is normal for you not to recognize it. "

"..."

No, this is not a matter of admitting it at all. My wallet is still lying in the mirror world, it is not lost at all!

"This...it's hard to say. What if someone has the same name as me?"

This wallet with his name embroidered on it made him feel a little panicked. Leon quickly reached out to open the wallet, flipped to the place where his ID was kept, and then argued with reason:

"If this is my wallet, then there should be a portrait of me here... holy shit, there really is one!"

Looking at the photo of himself in the ID folder, looking down at the camera arrogantly, Leon's mind couldn't help but feel numb. Thinking of the director's instructions before coming, he instinctively became vigilant.

Although it is not a painting but a photo, which is not exactly what I said, it is still outrageous. Could it be that... this building is actually some kind of abnormality? Can people's wishes come true? Or something out of nothing?

"It seems that you have indeed remembered wrongly. This is indeed your wallet."

After coming over to take a look at the photo, the waiter Jacob let out a sigh of relief, returned to his previous smiling appearance, and asked politely:

"Congratulations on the recovery of your lost property. Now that you have recovered your wallet, Your Excellency, do you still want to have a drink on the third floor?"

"No... no need..."

Looking at the curious glances from around him, Leon opened and closed his lips slightly and then pressed them again. Considering that he might be noticed if he pulled it any longer, he had no choice but to accept the wallet with a suspicious origin, his expression stiff and tense. Face said:

"I'm going to check out other places. Send me out first."

"Okay, come this way."

Seeing that this troublesome guest finally left, Jacob couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, and then took the lead to lead the way and respectfully sent Leon out.

Not long after the two left, a little golden retriever who was sleeping soundly on the bar on the first floor shook slightly and fell off the chair with a thud.

When the waiter who arrived helped him up and inquired about the situation with concern, the drunken golden retriever muttered a few words, "I'm not drunk," and then habitually reached out to touch his waist, and then...

"Huh? Where's my wallet?"

After discovering that the place where the wallet was hung on his waist was empty, the little golden retriever sobered up half of his wine. Then with the help of the waiter, he staggered to the main table near the entrance, raised his hand and hammered the table hard.

"Come here! My wallet is gone! I want to report the loss!"

"Okay... Mr. Steven Lane, right?"

After taking a look at the drunk little golden retriever in front of him, the registrar behind the main stage took out his notebook and asked Wen Yan:

"What kind of wallet do you have?"

"My surname is Ryan, so what kind of style can my wallet have? Of course it is the same blonde as my hair, and the bottom is also... embroidered with the lion pattern of our Ryan family!"

After holding on to the counter and standing firm, wearing a military training uniform, the drunken little golden retriever said with a big tongue:

"Also, at the bottom of the wallet... there is the name of the Duke I once most admired embroidered on the bottom, and there is also his photo inside... Wow... I am so miserable!"

As he spoke, some strange switch seemed to be triggered. The little golden retriever, whose face was red from drinking, suddenly hugged the counter and cried bitterly:

"I admire the Duke so much, but he actually kidnapped me and forced me to drive his power armor! Do you know! He attacked...well...I can't say this, but he forced me to drive his power armor!

Wuwuwu... I just said before that I would rather die than help him escape. As a result, I immediately had to help him escape in the power armor. Now everyone calls me "Iron-Skeleton Steven". I am in the whole armor The army is famous, and everyone who sees me laughs at me! "

The little golden retriever seemed a little excited as he spoke. He banged his head on the counter and cried with tears streaming down his face:

"Do you know? After that day, everyone laughed when they saw me. I was too embarrassed to stay in the barracks of the Armored Corps. The secret police of the Secret Investigation Bureau knew that I had been in contact with...well...anyway, they always blocked the barracks and wanted to question me. .

I was blocked by them and couldn't get out. After holding it in for a few days, I couldn't hold it in any longer. I finally climbed over the wall and jumped out. I wanted to drink some wine to relieve my boredom, but I lost my wallet... I was really miserable! "

"Guest, please calm down. Your wallet may not have been lost. I'll have someone look for it for you first!"

He glanced distressedly at the counter where a few streaks of snot had been stained on his nose not long after he had just wiped it clean. The registrar quickly called over the colleague responsible for claiming the lost items...

"What? My wallet was taken away by someone else?"

Hearing that someone was pretending to claim his wallet, the little golden retriever wiped the snot from his face and roared with red eyes:

"Who! Who dares to take my things? Tell me your name! I have to beat him to death today!"

"Well... the name written on the receipt record is Leon Lane..."

"Who? Who received it?"

"Leon Lane."

After repeating Leon's name, the registrar said with a smile:

"We have verified that the badge held by the man is genuine. It is indeed the current Duke Lionheart. He also lost his wallet, and the characteristics are the same as your wallet, so we...

Um...Mr. Steven, why don't you recall it carefully and see if you have misremembered the style and mistakenly identified the Duke's wallet as your own? "

"..."

"Wow! I'm so fucking miserable!"