Chapter 417
Losweiser walked with light steps, swinging her long, slender arms naturally.
"Is there anything else that makes me feel satisfied? Hmm... it's probably... you."
Leon raised an eyebrow and quickly followed. "Me?"
The Queen glanced at Leon, a slight smile playing on her lips. "Yes, it's you."
"Today we went shopping, petted cats, and ate at all sorts of street food stalls—oh, you humans call those food stalls on the streets 'street food stalls,' right?"
Leon watched her count on her fingers, recounting one by one the things they had done that day.
After a moment, he smiled and nodded, "Yes, it's called a roadside stall."
"Hmm... although the hygiene is a bit lacking, the taste is still good, it has a very homey feel," Losweiser gave a sincere evaluation.
Leon blinked and joked, "But eating at a roadside stall doesn't seem to suit your Queen status."
"When I go out with you, I am not the Queen."
Losweiser suddenly stopped in her tracks.
Leon also stopped and turned to look at her.
Losweiser removed her wig, revealing her original radiant silver hair.
It shimmered in the moonlight, shimmered in someone's dark pupils.
She looked at Leon and finished saying the second half of her sentence, "I am not the Queen."
"I am your wife."
Just then, a gentle evening breeze began to blow, sweeping across the street where they were. The streetlights overhead emitted intermittent static, and soft meows came from the alleyway.
Her silver hair swayed in the wind, slightly obscuring her slightly flushed cheeks.
After a brief exchange of glances, Losweiser was the first to withdraw her attack.
"Oh, I mean, a wife in name only, um."
The Silver Dragon Clan emphasizes speed, launching attacks quickly and recovering even faster, ensuring that opponents never catch the skill's recovery animation.
And that damned "fake couple" agreement really provided them with a perfect escape route for every sincere confession of love.
Leon understood her, so he never bothered her with childish questions like "Do you not care about me at all?"
Whether you care or not, don't look at what she says, look at what she does.
Everything Losweiser did, including coming to this strange human kingdom, was an expression of her care for Leon.
Otherwise, how could she, as the Silver Dragon Queen, have her heart captured by a human?
"Since she's only my wife in name..."
As Leon spoke, he walked toward Losweiser.
Losweiser instinctively took a half-step back. "What are you going to do?"
Before she could react, Leon pulled her into his arms and gently kissed her forehead.
"Then I'll give you a nominal one—"
"How disgusting! I don't want to!"
Leon was taken aback. "Then give it back to me."
"I'll pay it back! Who's afraid of who!"
Then Losweiser tiptoed and kissed Leon on the forehead.
"I've paid it back, we're even now!" Losweiser said, blushing.
Having said that, the Queen, in her high heels, strode quickly toward the clock tower.
It seems that twenty minutes is still too long.
Once they start showing each other genuine feelings, it only takes five minutes for the other person's heart to race.
This won't do!
War is about to break out!
Leon shook his head and smiled, then followed after them.
Back at the Lionheart Society Tower, several members were still on night duty.
Rebecca and Nacho were also not asleep.
Leon carried a bag of Imprint Stone over and placed it on the long table in the center of the hall.
There were also other people who had bought Imprint Stone nearby; there were a lot of them, enough to produce the resonance effect that Leon mentioned yesterday.
"Oh, Captain, you actually bought Imprint Stone." Rebecca was slightly surprised.
"What are you talking about? Isn't my fieldwork precisely to buy Imprint Stone?"
"I thought you and your sister-in-law had been on a date all day."
"Never neglect dating or fieldwork."
Rebecca suddenly realized, "Is this what time management skills of married men are like? Amazing."
Leon waved his hand, ignoring the crazy girl who was always complaining.
Nacho stood to the side, hands in his pockets, counting the Imprint Stone he had bought that day, and then said...
"I'll buy about a third of this tomorrow, and keep it as a backup."
Leon nodded, agreeing with Nacho's idea.
"But we still have a problem."
Nacho said, "If we're relying on the resonance effect to convey a message, these Imprint Stone we've collected are definitely enough. But the problem is, how do we put these Imprint Stone into the paper lanterns on the day of the Festival of a Thousand Lanterns?"
A new problem has emerged.
Leon frowned slightly; this was indeed a tricky problem.
After a moment's thought, Leon asked, "Are there any members of the Lionheart Society whose families make paper lanterns?"
The reason Leon asked this question was that he remembered what his Teacher Caroline, had told him during the day: the orphanage was preparing paper lanterns to sell on the Festival of a Thousand Lanterns in order to earn some money.
So Leon thought that perhaps he could contact the suppliers of these paper lanterns and start working on the problem directly from the source.
Nacho thought for a moment and shook his head. "No. Paper lanterns are only sold around the time of the Festival of a Thousand Lanterns. There aren't many people who specialize in making them."
"Is that so...?"
Leon scratched his sideburn and said, "I can get some paper lanterns, but not enough."
He was referring to the batch of paper lanterns he had ordered from Teacher Caroline.
However, as Leon himself said, the production capacity of a single orphanage simply could not produce a sufficient number of paper lanterns.
Nacho scratched his hair, looking somewhat irritated.
"Ah... let's think of another way. I'll go and rest for a while. Rebecca, remember to wake me up in the early morning."
As he spoke, Nacho walked toward his rest room.
Why are you going to bed so early today?
Nacho waved his arm with his back to the crowd, "I'm being bothered by that brat Will again, it's so annoying."
After saying that, Nacho returned to the rest room and closed the door.
"Who is Will...?" Leon asked.
"Oh, a kid who hangs out on the streets of Midtown, who heard some urban legend about the Lionheart Society from somewhere, and is convinced that Nacho is the leader of the Lionheart Society. Whenever he sees Nacho, he pesters him to join the Lionheart Society."
"Then why not let him join?"
Rebecca shrugged. "First, he's too young, not even an adult yet; second, this kid's a shady character, a notorious street thug in the area, and he's also very clever. It's difficult to investigate his family background, so we've never let him join."
"I see..."
"Um."
Rebecca jumped off the long table. "Captain, sister-in-law, you should get some rest too. We can discuss the paper lantern issue properly tomorrow."
Okay, good night.
Goodnight, Rebecca.
"Goodnight, sister-in-law! Oh, by the way, Captain, may I sleep with you?"
"Can't."
"Why!"
"Your sister-in-law has social anxiety."
"Hmph! What a stingy married man!"
125 Aunt's Little Classroom
There are two days left until the Festival of a Thousand Lanterns.
Although the Lionheart Society does not have suppliers of paper lanterns, there are a few who can speak for themselves in the Empire's business circles. Doing a favor and getting some paper lanterns would not be a problem.
However, these alone are probably not enough.
Leon's plan was to have the message from the Imprint Stone reach all five districts of the Empire on the day of the Festival of a Thousand Lanterns.
If you only move around in the Imperial City or the Upper City, the residents of other areas will be completely confused.
This is not the outcome Leon wanted.
He wanted all the common people who had suffered from imperial oppression to see the true face of that high and mighty ruler.
I also want them to personally experience this most significant transformation in the history of the Human Empire.
On the other hand, the more people who learn the dark truth about the Empire, the more advantageous it will be for Leon and the Lionheart Society.
They need the power of the masses to fight against the corrupt and decadent rulers.
Therefore, the problem of paper lanterns must be solved as soon as possible.
After much thought, Leon decided to ask Claudia for help, hoping that his learned "aunt" might come up with a solution.
Rebecca said Claudia had been spending her days at the library in Midtown.
There was only one library in the central district, Leon took Losweiser there immediately.
As Leon approached the library entrance, just as he was about to go inside, he heard a newspaper vendor enthusiastically calling out beside him,
"Midtown Morning Post, Midtown Morning Post!"
"At the border of the two districts, the arched bridge collapsed. Whose responsibility is it?"
"The mystery of the large warehouse has finally been revealed; what was inside all along?"
"With the Thousand Lanterns Festival approaching, the crime rate remains high, and hundreds of police officers have been robbed. Is this a sign of distorted humanity or moral decay?"
"Everything is in the Midtown Morning Post!"
"Sir, would you like a newspaper?"
Leon was focused on finding Claudia and had no interest in reading sensational headlines. He waved his hand and walked away quickly.
The newspaper vendor was not discouraged and continued to hawk his wares on the street.
The couple went into the library and searched for a while before finally finding Claudia at the window of the reading room on the second floor.
She sat on the edge of the bed, sunlight falling on her sea-blue hair, making her skin appear crystal clear, as smooth as unpolished jade.
Claudia sat there, with several thick ancient books and documents on the table, as well as a stack of newspapers.
The couple walked over.
Hearing footsteps, Claudia looked up and glanced at the "unfamiliar black-haired couple" in front of her. She was slightly taken aback, but quickly recognized them.
"The disguise is good. But I still prefer the silver-haired Losweiser."
The couple sat on the other side of the desk, one after the other.
Leon glanced at the books on the table; they were all about human history and culture.