Me! Cleaner!.

Chapter 561 The Clown
"?"

He did not get a reply from Leon, but saw a hint of pity in his eyes. The young Prince Andre could not help but frowned, and then continued:

"You should be able to guess part of the current situation. This world is drawn by me based on my own memories. With your current abilities, you cannot break through it and escape."

"so what?"

Leon raised an eyebrow when he heard this.

"Are you telling me this so that I can give up resistance or surrender to you directly?"

"No, I don't care about these."

Prince Andre shook his head, then pointed at the emerald-eyed girl who was protected by Leon, and said sincerely:

"I only want Filia. If you give her back to me, I can let you leave here."

"Brother Andre..."

After hearing Prince Andre's "simple" request, the emerald-eyed girl couldn't help but be moved, and then she wanted to walk out from behind Leon, but...

"Isn't this bad?"

Reaching out and grabbing Feliya's collar, pulling her back behind him, Leon stared into the green eyes of the young prince and said:
"You and she are the only two members of the Korok royal family left. If she is handed over to you, the bloodline of the Korok royal family will be cut off, the effectiveness of the Watchtower will decline, and my mission will be completely failed."

"That's your business."

After listening to Leon's reply, Prince Andre frowned slightly, and then said in a somewhat cold tone:
“The effectiveness of the Watch Palace has nothing to do with me, nor with the Korok royal family. Neither I nor the Korok royal family have the responsibility to maintain the effectiveness of the Watch Palace for the Cleanup Bureau.

As for your mission... Sir Lyon, I hope you can understand that I am willing to stand here and discuss with you, but I just don’t want to fight with you in this world to avoid dirtying my paintings, not that I don’t have the ability to deal with you.

Now I am willing to let you and Chief Edward go, so you'd better agree to it and stop challenging my patience, otherwise the final result will be something none of us want to see."

"Uh-huh."

After nodding without comment, Leon grabbed Feliya who was struggling and asked with narrowed eyes:
"I do care more about my own safety than completing the mission of the Cleanup Bureau. This deal is not impossible, but how can I be sure that after returning Princess Filia to you, you will really let Director Edward and I go?

After all, I am trapped in the painting you drew, and Her Highness Filia is my only trump card. If you were bluffing me just now and took her away and immediately attacked me and Director Edward, what should I do?"

Prince Andre frowned upon hearing this and said impatiently:

"Just tell me, what do you want to do?"

"I want insurance."

Leon raised the [Silver Cutting Dagger] in his hand, pointed it at Felia's forehead, and then suggested sincerely:
"In order to ensure that Your Highness will not go back on your word, I can return half of Princess Filia to you first. As for the other half, I will return it to you after Director Edward and I are safe... Um... do you want the left half or the right half?"

"?!!!"

After listening to Leon's proposal, the emerald-eyed girl who had been struggling non-stop suddenly became obedient when she saw the dagger shining with cold light on her forehead. She dared not to move and began to wink at Prince Andre frantically.

No! I don't want to be split in half! Don't agree to him!

"..."

"If you don't want to talk, forget it." After looking at the [Silver Cutting Dagger] tightly held in Yanang's hand, Prince Andre realized that he had rejected the conditions he proposed. He was silent for a while, then raised his head and said expressionlessly:

"Although I don't want to dirty this painting, but since you don't agree to my conditions, there's nothing I can do... Goodbye, I hope you won't regret it later."

After making an incomprehensible threat, the boy version of Andre trembled slightly, as if something was pulled out of his body. His eyes, which had just been slightly angry, returned to their clear appearance that had not been polluted by knowledge.

"what?"

After looking at Leon in front of him in surprise, the boy version of Andre held the ball, scratched the back of his head in confusion, and asked with a puzzled look on his face:

"You are……"

"Kill your assassin."

After casually replying to little Andre, Leon suddenly stepped forward with a knife in hand, grabbed the frightened Prince Andre, and stabbed him seven or eight times.

"Your Highness?!!!"

After seeing this sudden scene, the captain of the guards who had been watching from a distance was dumbfounded. His eyes suddenly became bloodshot, and he almost rolled over, trying to take Prince Andrei back from the "assassin" to see if he could be saved. However...

"Amazing!"

After touching his body that had been stabbed seven or eight times but had no wounds at all, the young prince opened his mouth in surprise, threw away the ball, clapped his hands vigorously, and then asked excitedly:
"Are you a magician? Your knife has a mechanism that will retract when it touches someone, or the knife is soft! Am I right?"

"Wrong."

After letting the young prince touch the blade of [Silver Coin Cutting] and confirming the condition of the blade himself, Leon looked at the intact clothes on the young prince and couldn't help but sigh slightly.

At this moment, not only the "canvas" cannot be cut, even the "content" and "characters" of the painting cannot be cut. Except for the places that directly touch the blade, any cut places will be instantly healed.

It seems that Prince Andre's ability to draw is indeed enough to restrain himself. Director Edward's judgment is completely correct. He really cannot cope with this kind of battle where he cannot see the opponent's true body.

Just when Leon was secretly worried, the tall and strong captain of the guards, who was halfway through the charge, looked at Prince Andre, who had no wounds on his body and was curiously studying the knife. He couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, and then, as if he was exhausted, he staggered two steps and held on to the sculpture next to him.

Damn it...you stinky magician, I'm going to beat you up every time I see you from now on!
After glaring at Leon fiercely, he looked at Prince Andre who was grabbing Leon's arm and stabbing him with a knife again and again. The frightened captain of the guards took a breath, then hurried over and consoled him earnestly:
"Your Highness Andre, these people are suspicious. You should..."

"Ok?"

After hearing the advice of the captain of the guards, the young prince couldn't help but blink in surprise, then pointed at Leon's round red nose and the colorful paint on his face, and asked doubtfully:
"What's suspicious about that? Isn't he the clown in the circus that my father hired to liven up the atmosphere?"

"???"

This time it was Leon's turn to be surprised. Looking at the big red nose that suddenly appeared in his sight, Leon's eyes suddenly widened, and before he could say anything, he felt his clothes suddenly become heavy.

It was as if an invisible giant paintbrush, dipped in carefully mixed colored paint, dabbed it on his clothes twice, turning the black wool coat he had just put on into a clown costume full of vertical colored stripes and groups of brightly colored blocks.

Then, a long and somewhat ambiguous segment of the life of a street performer, along with some fairly sophisticated juggling skills, suddenly rushed into Leon's mind. The corners of his originally tense mouth habitually curled up, revealing a brilliant and formulaic laugh.

"..."

Damn, this really seems like a magic trick!

(End of this chapter)