Chapter 118 This Chapter Is About Leonard

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Leonard pulled up the collar that covered his chin, sternly facing the full-length mirror, trying his best to create an official look.

His waist was straight as never before, his hands were close to the seam of his trousers, the metal Holy Emblem of the Night on his chest was shining brightly, and his tie was tied meticulously, even the top button was buttoned.

This outfit paired with a serious expression gave him a completely new look, exuding a capable and reliable aura that made people willing to ignore his young face and believe that he was a senior police officer.

Although it looked like that, he broke the skill after just six seconds. He pulled the collar out unaccustomedly, wanted to roll up his sleeves, and pulled out the tightly stuffed clothes. Not even comfortable.

He twisted in front of the mirror for a while, but finally did nothing and kept the outfit that changed his image completely.

"Old man." Leonard whispered, "Do I really want to be like this in the future? I'm so used to it. It feels so awkward to walk."

After saying that, he felt a pain in his head. Pales used Leonard's hand to slap the brain that had no long memory, without any concern that it would make it less intelligent.

The old parasite said angrily: "You should thank yourself that you were still in the armor at that time! Didn't you notice that there was a crow on his shoulder? That is a mythical creature. He is blind, and crows don't have this problem!"

"If that armor hadn't blocked your face and breath, you should have put on a monocle when you looked in the mirror today!"

Leonard rubbed the painful area with his hand, and still muttered a few words without giving up: "We may not encounter it again..."

Pales snorted, and Leonard also shrank his neck, looked at the sky and whistled, pretending that nothing happened, it was rare for a duck to have a tough mouth. He also knew that what he said was very unconfident. After all, only three months later, he encountered that terrifying demon again!

——Obviously, he didn't know that he also met a "passer-by" by chance the night he was tracking down the devil dog, so he actually met again not long after Tingen God descended.

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Two days ago, after he woke up from the hospital bed, the old parasitic man reminded him: "He has already remembered your voice, so don't talk anymore in the future."

Leonard was startled at that time and almost asked. When Sost, who had just brought hot tea, saw him, he swallowed back half of the words he said, and then listened to the old man continue to talk in his mind:

"I have taken away the relevant memories. This is for your own good."

"What?!"

Leonard was anxious, but he couldn't help but speak out, and saw Sost looking at him in surprise. After the two of them stared at each other for a few seconds, Sost asked patiently: "What do you think?" Are you dissatisfied with the church’s compensation measures? You are an injured person and you can raise your opinions if you have any.”

It turns out that Captain Sost was talking about this just now. Thank God, I was almost exposed... Leonard breathed a sigh of relief, pretending not to hear the old man's cold snort that he hated iron for not becoming steel, and held the bandage on his head and face. With a smile on his face, he said to Sost: "No, I didn't hear clearly. I was injured and my ears are a little less sensitive. Can you say it again?"

"Hearing loss? Do you want to get checked out?"

"No, no, I feel better now!"

"...That's good." Sost looked at Leonard suspiciously for a while, feeling that his sudden attitude was very suspicious. Leonard simply tried his best to widen his eyes to make himself look innocent and simple. In addition, he was usually a little off-key. Sost did not take it seriously and just thought it was the aftermath of the disaster. The young man was a little emotional.

He cleared his throat and continued to repeat the notice above: "Archbishop Anthony heard about your heroic demeanor of not being afraid of danger (Leonard's toes began to clasp the sheets), and expressed his praise for you. According to the regulations, you should have been given some rewards and It’s a substantial subsidy, but considering that you fought bravely after I made the decision to retreat to avoid the edge, it was suspected of disobeying the order, so the merits and demerits are balanced, and the reward given to you is revoked.”

Sost's voice rose a few degrees.

Leonard nodded vigorously to indicate that his hearing had returned.

"During this mission to chase demons, you faced the enemy twice and successfully killed Jason Belial once. But then you acted recklessly and not wise enough. You were wearing Sealed Artifact '1-42' at the time, so It can't be because of the 'Desire Apostle''s ability to disturb emotions before death, but because of your personal reasons, can you tell me?"

After Sost finished speaking, he looked at Leonard seriously. Leonard wiped his itchy nose with his fingers and said calmly:

"Because I was a little confused at the time and mistook the stranger for the combat target Jason Belial."

Pales couldn't help but make a sound like he was being choked.

It's better to lie than to go to jail. Leonard's expression remains unchanged, his face is as thick as a city wall. Pales was just about to make a few sarcastic remarks when he saw Sost nodded thoughtfully: "I understand."

Sost had already guessed that the negative effects of 1-42, in addition to slowly chopping up the user's body with the light of the sword, would also affect the user's spirit. Leonard only had more than thirty seconds left at that time, and the time he could wear 1-42 was almost to the limit. It was not impossible that a misjudgment occurred under the dual negative impact of mental and physical effects, but it was very reasonable.

After all, Leonard's behavior has always been very calm and casual, and even Sost was shocked by the explosive emotion at that time.

If it is affected by negative effects, it is normal.

"So, Captain Sost, is there anything else?"

Leonard wanted to chat more with the old man, and complained a few words about why he had his memory stolen when he begged like that, so he started to see the guests off.

Sost just thought that the injured had not recovered yet and needed to rest, and did not care. He directly talked about the work-related injury subsidy. He took out the document stamped with the goddess's sacred emblem from the handbag he carried with him. Seeing that Leonard's arms were awkward, he thoughtfully chose the most important sentences and read them:

"The work-related injury allowance is 200 pounds, and the church will reimburse the medical expenses. Unfortunately, the credit for 'killing Jason Beria once' was offset because of your recklessness and will not be included in the credit. But you don't need to be too sad, Archbishop Anthony has always been very concerned about it. You, I praised you in the file submitted to the temple. If you perform well in the future, you will soon earn enough merit for promotion."

Leonard's eyes lit up when he heard the 200 pounds, and the final promotion was the icing on the cake. However, as a single man who provides food and accommodation in the church, there is a high probability that the 200 pounds of money will be deposited directly into the bank. The church also paid for the potions, so there was no need to search for recipes and purchase ingredients. Normally, he doesn't have much expenses except for food. A few pounds is enough for at least a week, so Leonard has no specific concept of large amounts of money.

It’s almost like “I can go to my favorite restaurant every day for three meals a day for the next six months.”

Sost read the document to Leonard and took it back, saying that he would put it at Leonard's residence later.

Then he opened the door and left. Leonard got down to the ground and stretched his muscles a little. He felt that his internal injuries were almost healed, and only some flesh wounds caused by 1-42 were left on his body.

Seeing that he was almost fine, Leonard finally felt relieved. He thought that the hospital was not a good place to talk to the old man, so he put on his hospital gown, limped out of the ward, and went through the discharge procedures. The discharge procedures went smoothly, and the church's subsidy arrived in time, which solved the problem of not having my wallet with me when I was injured and hospitalized.

Now in the winter, food can be left out for a long time. Leonard bought enough for two or three days at a time and rested peacefully in the dormitory.

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Back to the present, Leonard turned around in front of the mirror a few times, tightened his shoelaces, and said uncertainly:

"Wouldn't it be weird if I suddenly changed my style?"

"You also know that you are sloppy if you can't button your buttons properly?"

Pales complained for no reason: "Be a little self-aware, kid, I'm doing this to let you live a few more days."

"That day when you were fighting the devil, why did you rush forward when your head got hot? You didn't say that you almost died, and you forced me to take action to save your life. If He hadn't rushed to do other things, you and I, and your companions and children , no one will survive, and you don’t even have time to pray.”

"I know, I know, you've been reading these words for two days."

Leonard posed and quickly accepted his new image: "Do I look like Your Majesty the Sword of the Goddess?"

"Your Majesty Sesima's signature look is to pull up the collar and look straight ahead, which is very oppressive. I found that I am quite suitable."

"Old man, look, am I handsome?"

Pales: "Haha."

Pales: "I understand. You kid doesn't understand the seriousness of the matter at all. You just stay here and play dress-up games with yourself."

Leonard looked sideways in the mirror to see the effect, roughly pulled his hair back, and said in a normal tone: "After all, there's nothing else I can do except not speak in public, old man."

"As you said, I am too weak, so weak that I can't even control my emotions. I almost lose control when I meet Him. Only by not knowing Him can I save my life without knowing anything. .”

Leonard recalled the day he chased Jason Belial, and saw that the target he struck with his sword was a blurry gray figure, and it was impossible to accurately determine the gender, height and shape.

And when he recalled that when He spoke to Captain Sost, his voice was also processed by Pales. Every word was picked out and put together from what other people said in Leonard's memory, sometimes male and sometimes female. , sometimes loud and sometimes small, weird and hoarse, it makes people get goosebumps when listening to it, and it is extremely effective in making Leonard unable to judge what he heard.

The parasite erased all possible clues, and Leonard only knew that he was almost killed by "him" again - no, if it weren't for the old man, he would have died twice.

Pales felt the changes in Leonard's thoughts and emotions, and remained uncharacteristically silent.

Leonard breathed out: "Old man, I am very grateful to you. Even if you were trying to protect yourself, you did save me twice."

"I thought about it carefully. Since you said that He is face-blind and recognizes people by their voices. As long as I don't speak or change my voice, I can avoid them. Then I suspect that He has never really remembered who I am from the beginning to the end. He I only remember you and confirm me with you.”

The Nighthawks uniform was tailor-made, and the size of the clothes fit perfectly, but Leonard still felt that the buttons were a bit tight. He put his hand on the buttons, paused for a long time, and then slowly lowered them to hang by his side.

"In other words...old man."

"He doesn't have the person 'Leonard' in His eyes at all. He only knows you, and feels that the person carrying you is me."

Leonard's voice was trembling: "Old man, you can continue to be a parasite on me. It doesn't matter if you steal a few years of my life."

"Because if you go to someone else, whoever you go to is 'Leonard', who will die for me... It was my impulse that made the situation worse. In this case, you just stay Leave it to me, I will definitely remember your words this time and will not speak casually again."

"...Hey, it's rare to see you say so many useful things. Do you finally know that the thing around your neck is useful?"

The atmosphere was solemn. Pales reluctantly spoke, slightly calming Leonard's heavy heart. He was ready to steal the haze in his heart, but the outstretched hand eventually turned into a tap on the shoulder. Leonard I felt that one shoulder became a little heavier, and I subconsciously turned sideways.

"It's good that you know. You've said so, so I'll reluctantly believe you again. After all, it's good for me to have you alive."

Leonard nodded and smiled handsomely.

"It just so happens that you were injured in the demon incident and showed that you are disappointed that you are not strong enough. In this way, your change of clothing, words and deeds will be considered to be imitating the goddess's sword..."

"Old man, you are so nagging. I know these things."

"Huh, you started talking back as soon as you grew a brain?"

Leonard chuckled twice: "Let's not talk about it anymore. The sick leave approved by the church for me will still be one day tomorrow. I will go out in advance to report it and see if there is anything going on with Captain Sost."

As he spoke, he opened the door and went outside. He took a deep breath of the relatively fresh air near the dark night church and felt very comfortable.

From the dormitory to the church, you have to cross a small road and then cross a short commercial street. It's noon now, when the restaurant opens. People were coming and going on the road, and Leonard walked forward leisurely. When he saw people strolling or trotting forward, full of energy, he couldn't help but smile.

When passing by the bakery he often went to, Leonard habitually took a second look inside. The boss inside happened to look up in the direction of the store door. Their eyes met. The boss smiled and said hello:

"Mr. Mitchell!"

“Would you like a hot dog bun fresh from the oven?”

Leonard subconsciously moved forward, his mouth blocked by the raised collar opened, and he almost spoke. His throat vibrated slightly, and the "Okay!" at the mouth of his throat was silent.

He instantly calmed down as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on him, and his expression became imperceptibly lonely. Facing the boss's expectant gaze, Leonard nodded vigorously, raised a finger and shook it.

The boss smiled: "Okay!"

Leonard's face was calm, and this calmness lasted until he walked into the store and picked up the bread wrapped by the boss. When paying, the boss looked at the usually carefree and free regular customer with confusion and said nothing. He asked with concern whether he had a cold and his voice was hoarse. Leonard just smiled and shook his head.

When he left the bakery, he bit his lip, slowly clenched his fists, and firmly held the corner of his clothes in his hands.

TBC

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The double update is over.

As an aside, regarding the fact that Jiguang will be poor... How should I put it? There is definitely no shortage of money, but if Zhenzao wants to gradually transform its image and followers into Weiguangzheng, there must be many channels that must be abandoned. No need.

(See the chapter about Mr. Z taking advantage of others. Look at how skilled he is)

As a cult, these channels that must be abandoned may be the main source of income. Therefore, due to the owner’s requirements→reduced channels→sharp decrease in booking funds, there will be many tight situations.

As for rent. Even if Aurora has operating capital of several hundred million a year, it may not be willing to pay tens of millions at a time to rent a house. Although the final decision was 70,000 pounds, it was easy to negotiate a discount on cooperation between the two parties.