Old Lady Montesquieu Soup... What a strange na, if I went to look at the pot, would it be Granny Joan Soup?
After internally ridiculing Leon's strange naming convention, Taurus Director couldn't help but squint, gazing in the direction of the "Naihe Bridge," realizing everything was functioning as normal, and thus relaxed his mind temporarily, praising admirably:
"Looks pretty good... the Realm of the Dead was thoroughly collapsed. I thought it would take decades to restore things completely, yet you managed to devise an entirely stable new workflow in just over a month, and it even looks better than before."
"You're too kind."
Even though the concept for Hell was copied from previous lives, the work was indeed done by himself, and the localization was also his own gradual effort, Leon simply accepted this accolade, winking and enquiring:
"Sir Taurus, what does the Third Director say? Have you persuaded him?"
"No..."
Upon hearing Leon's words, Taurus Director's face darkened slightly.
"He said he's lived in the Sage's Cetery for so long, with many old friends there, he would rather die inside than move! He even said if I have guts, just kill him directly, otherwise if I force him to move, he'll join the Slaughter King Association."
"..."
This old scoundrel surely has issues! And the Sage's Cetery might have problems too!
After listening to Taurus Director's relay, Leon couldn't help but click his tongue, squinting his eyes in contemplation.
Though the Third Old Man isn't necessarily the "enemy," he hides so deeply and deliberately avoids him, hence definitely has other plans. If ignored, unexpected trouble might arise.
And having squatted in the Sage's Cetery for millennia, turning it into his domain, the Third Old Man could easily hide sothing, hence Leon's plan is to take the opportunity of this major transformation in the Realm of the Dead to "extract" him from the Sage's Cetery.
After checking the situation at Sage's Cetery, then relocate the Third Old Man and his coffin to an area populated... with many deceased, endeavoring to expose his every move, so that preparations could be made should anything happen.
But now it seems he doesn't wish to cooperate, stubbornly refusing to move, even keeping the sage souls locked in and beating back the deceased sent for eviction... then don't bla for getting tough!
"Sir Taurus."
After calculating his own "cards," Leon looked up at the irate Taurus Director, smiling as he requested:
"Please make one last trip and try persuading him for ."
"I've gone several tis already, couldn't persuade him!"
"It's different this ti."
Pointing towards the distant eighteen layers of Hell, Leon smiled and said:
"Kindly inform the Third Master, if he doesn't move, tomorrow I will open the boiling excrent Hell at the gate of the Sage's Cetery... no, I'll dig a circle around it, like a moat, and encase the Sage's Cetery in the center, and imdiately start boiling until he agrees to move!"
...
"Ah haha! Lucky he thought of it!"
Looking at the internal Cleaning Bureau files, at the ring-shaped hell pit encircling the Sage's Cetery, imagining the possible expression on a certain flat-skulled old man, the red-haired Director couldn't help but pound the table, laughing to the point near tears.
Bringing Leon into the Virgin Branch was the most correct decision in this life, ah hahaha! Unfortunately, I have to guard [Eleven Ant Nest] and cannot leave, otherwise would genuinely want to go down again, see what chaos Leon created in the Realm of the Dead.
"Director!"
After waiting half a day in front of the desk, discovering the red-haired Director only laughed without speaking, the female Cleaner, clad in a white coat, impatiently opened her mouth to urge:
"Have you thought it through? Can you assign to reside in the Realm of the Dead temporarily? I want to see the boiling excrent Hell, find any materials for refining dicine."
"I... Ah hahaha... Amien, don't rush, it's not difficult to go down now."
After laughing sufficiently, the red-haired Director rubbed his eye corners with the back of his hand, opened the drawer to rummage, found two docunts, handed them over, and cheerfully said:
"Here are notices just issued by the bureau, once the Underworld branch formally operates, each Cleaner joining the bureau will receive corresponding welfare treatnt according to current ratings, and must periodically visit and learn, even must go learn once after participating in promotion assessnts.
I have already reported your na in advance, once the Underworld branch formally opens at the end of the month, you can go directly to visit, et deceased relatives, then inspect the situation of the eighteen layers of Hell... Oh yes, rember to pay attention to your thods during missions in the future."
Saying this, seemingly reminded of sothing, the smile on the red-haired Director's face slightly retracted, then with a serious expression, he sternly advised:
"With Leon acting as the Aquarius Director, many rules have been anded in the bureau under his impetus, now, anyone deliberately escalating situations or causing unintended casualties, even if the mission is completed, will be punished... Like last ti when you flooded half the city with excrent, it would be subject to post-event accountability.
Even though there were no casualties that ti, traces were eliminated by [Illusion Can] afterward, even now wouldn't face particularly severe punishnt, but the rating would inevitably decrease, may even reduce corresponding benefits."
"Benefits?"
"Just after the bureau captured the Realm of the Dead, and under Leon's proposal established the Underworld branch, providing certain special privileges to everyone, and a few extra guarantees when on missions."
Turning the docunt to the second page, the red-haired Director's pale fingertips pointed at it, concisely said:
"Now all Cleaners after joining must submit portions of flesh material and trace soul samples. Scholars from the forr Crolock Kingdom scientifically replicate an empty shell body, freeze it at specific secure locations, updated every three years.
When you die due to missions, as long as the soul escapes, register at Ghost Gate in the Realm of the Dead, you can enter the revival process, once suitable materials are acquired, you'll be shot back from the Realm of the Dead, with the prepared body, be reborn."
"??!!!"
"Rember not to spread it out, this is still in a trial phase, how long it will take for full rollout depends on whether any operational issues are encountered."
Looking at the shocked Amien in front, the red-haired Director in a great mood smiled slightly, then seriously admonished:
"I tell you these things only to make you aware, later on missions try your utmost to safeguard your soul, if there's no escape preemptively discard the body, report directly to the Realm of the Dead, this way there's a chance to return again.
However, according to bureau guidance, as a trade-off for providing this bottom line asure, all Cleaners must regulate their behavior, endeavor to minimize casualties... Rember it's not death, it's casualties, flooding an entire city with excrent is considered large-scale harm!"
"I... I rember..."
With so regret nodded, Amien glanced at the docunts on the table, then on the hand-drawn photo of the "Underworld Branch Completion Ceremony" found Leon with the three Directors Taurus, Cancer, and Gemini together.
"Leon sure is impressive, it hasn't been long, yet already ascended to Director's position."
Seeing Leon on the hand-drawn "photo" gesturing peace signs at the cara, smiling brilliantly, next to him Emma gazing tenderly, eyes seed to speak, Amien couldn't help but exclaim in wonder:
"Pretty soon after participating in the Dream Realm assessnt, it seems not long ago, now seeing him again I must address him as Lord Leon... Phew... Director look here!"
Squinting at the photo, Amien couldn't help pointing at Leon's head, frowning slightly and inquiring:
"Was this a mistake? Why does Leon's hair seem to have a white streak?"
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