Looking at Leon, who looked regretful but was actually winking at him in the distance, Prince Andre felt a "bang" in his head, as if something was completely broken. For the first time, he, who was quite knowledgeable, knew that someone could pierce other people's hearts without saying a single dirty word, just smiling and making a few jokes. In Prince Andre's heart, "Royal Night Banquet" was originally the softest pure land in his heart, the only utopia that could escape the cruel reality, but when he chose to temporarily put Leon in this painting, this pure land was extremely polluted, and it turned from a paradise into a hell of punishment. Whether it was the initial "clown theory" or the little stories about "Senior Andre", they were like knives that pierced through his body, stabbing in and out of his body fiercely, and every knife was painful and unforgettable. This damn bastard! After biting his teeth hard, Prince Andre couldn't help but let out a long breath as he looked at Feliya, who was being carried out of the "frame" by the captain of the guards. He was ready to leave, but... "By the way." After also looking at Feliya who was being sent out of the frame, Leon, who was sitting in the open space in front of the open stage, continued to say to the guests while chewing an apple with a smile: "Speaking of Senior Andre, I remembered an interesting thing again." Come again? ! ! !
After hearing Leon's opening remarks, the young prince couldn't help but shudder violently, knowing that this must be directed at him again. He didn't dare to stay any longer, and withdrew from the painting with his eyes closed. And Leon, who had been locking his eyes on him, immediately discovered the abnormality of the young prince, and immediately stopped the hell joke he was about to tell, and took off the [Colored Clown] and replaced it with the [Royal Crook] badge. "Swish" At the moment when the two badges were switched, the colorful oil paint on Leon's body twisted strangely, as if it wanted to form a new look according to Leon's identity, but it didn't fit in any way, and finally it could only flow down with a splash, staining the grass under his feet. He bet right, the "identity" brought by his badge has higher authority than the identity drawn by Andre. Taking advantage of the gap when Andre was scolded and ran away, after confirming his guess, Leon couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and then reached out to touch the balloon hanging on his waist. In the blank eyes of the guests, Leon, who had thrown off his clown identity, grabbed the "balloon" and wiped it hard, rubbing off the oil paint on the [Silver Cutting Dagger], and turned it back to its original appearance. "What are you going to do again?!" Seeing that Lyon had taken out the knife again, the chief guard who had already sent Filia back to his "home" immediately rushed over impatiently, blocking Lyon and glaring at him. "You..." "I'm a guest!" Lyon, who had changed into the identity of the Crook royal family, immediately straightened his back and glared back. "Isn't this a royal banquet? Can't I, a member of the royal family, attend?" After hearing Lyon's words, the chief guard laughed angrily and retorted: "You, a magician, dare to pretend... eh?" When he said this, the chief guard couldn't help but pause for a moment, and a deep confusion appeared in his eyes. The man in front of him still had the same eyebrows and eyes, and the clothes were still the ones that fell into the pool, but for some reason, he really felt that he was also a member of the royal family... "Go away, stop blocking me!" After discovering that [Royal Family of Crook] could work even in the painting, Leon was completely relieved. He then reached out and pushed away the confused guard captain, and under the gaze of the equally confused guests, he walked towards the sleeping Director Scorpio at the table.
"Papa!" After helping Director Scorpio up and slapping him twice, Leon grabbed his shoulders and shook him violently. "Wake up! Stop sleeping!" "Papa!" "Get up and help!" "Papa!" "Hurry up! Take me out of this painting while Andre is away!" However, Chief Scorpio was probably very sleepy and slept very soundly. No matter how Leon tossed him, even kicked him in the crotch, he still slept for a long time. The waves of snoring even brought a certain rhythm, which contrasted with the slapping sound. Damn it! I can never count on you at the critical moment! After trying hard to slap for a while, seeing Chief Scorpio's face turned red and his complexion improved a lot, and sleeping more peacefully, Leon couldn't help but sigh and temporarily gave up the plan of pulling him up and carrying out a righteous two-on-one. Although Chief Scorpio's level is not bad, he seems to have a serious disease that will kill him if he performs properly. He is obviously full of godly equipment, but he is controlled first in team fights. Last time in the Soul-Falling Abyss, he was like this. He thought he could fight with his big brother, but he was dragged away by six nightmare messengers and was locked up in the dream created by the nightmare messengers until the end. This time, let alone, he squatted on the other party's "eye" before, and directly brought three teammates to a big loss, and now he simply disconnected and hung up, playing like an actor. "Excuse me." Just when Leon was holding the cutting silver dagger and hesitating whether to stab him twice to try, a voice with a very strange tone but a faintly familiar accent suddenly rang in Leon's ears. When Leon turned around, a young woman wearing thick bottle-bottom glasses, holding a brain model full of tubes, was standing behind Leon, looking at him curiously and said: "Excuse me, have we met somewhere before?" "You are..." "I am a scholar in District 1." Looking at Leon, who looked quite unfamiliar but always gave her a familiar feeling, the woman holding the model adjusted her glasses and asked uncertainly: "Have you been to Research District 1? Or participated in an academic conference on brain function disassembly in the past five years? Or visited the Soul Coding Group I chaired?" Soul Coding Group? The one you chaired? When Leon heard this, his eyebrows slightly raised, and he immediately guessed the identity of the glasses girl in front of him. "You are Atefi 00?" "Ah?" The bespectacled girl was stunned when she heard this, and then nodded in surprise: "I am indeed Atefi, but... what is 0?" "0 is 1... um, forget it, this is not important."
After shaking his still drunken and somewhat unbridled mind, Leon looked at the bespectacled girl whose facial features were very close to the old king and who was four points similar to Feliya, and asked tentatively: "So your real name is Atefi?" "Yes..." Looking at the man in front of her who seemed to know her, but didn't seem to know her very well, the bespectacled girl couldn't help but said in confusion: "Do you recognize me?" "Yes, of course I do!" After looking at Atefi's body, which was slightly different from other "characters" and was obviously painted with oil paint later, Leon couldn't help but nodded meaningfully. "Although you may have forgotten, our relationship is actually very good!"