I! Cleaner!-Chapter 1150 - 1055: Intensify Efforts

Damn, what's with your speed... aren't carriages supposed to be fully upgraded next month?

Leon pulled his gaze away from the newspaper filled with tabloid news and looked out the window at the familiar apartment building, suddenly realizing the carriage was moving at the wrong speed. He asked with a bit of a toothache:

"Already here? You're running twice as fast as public carriages, isn't that speeding too much!"

"Eh~ but I haven't been caught!"

Taking the fare from Leon's hand, the coachman replied with a grin:

"As long as traffic cops can catch me, they can fine me all they want, just let me keep the horse, they can impound the carriage... By the way, sir, you sure have good health, I haven't heard a sound from you for ages, thought you might've hit your head in the carriage and passed out."

"..."

Are you sure you're driving a carriage, and not something else entirely?

Leon looked at the coachman opposite who was laughing rather "wildly," then silently reached back to touch the carriage, scratched at the obscured license plate, and then felt the coachman's hands, which were full of cracks and calluses.

"Sir?"

The coachman, who seemed to be in his forties, shocked as if electrocuted, withdrew his hand. His smile froze on his face and, with eyes full of confusion, he asked:

"You... what are you..."

"No offense, I just think being a coachman is a waste for you, planning to introduce you to a new job... Of course, whether you do it is up to you."

Dragging the screaming bald coachman back to the driver's seat, Leon pressed him down, patting the horse's rear contentedly, and then took out his notebook, wrote a note, and gently passed it over:

"Mr. Johnson, right? When you've got the time, remember to report to this address. If you can't find it, you can ask the police department, saying someone introduced you for a job and you need to go to the Clearance Bureau for an interview; they'll guide you there.

Also, even if you don't want to do this job, due to the potential danger of your abilities, registration is necessary. I've written down your license plate number and can report you to the traffic department anytime... Mr. Johnson, you don't want your carriage and this old horse taken away, do you?"

"I..."

Receiving the note from this strange passenger, the coachman scratched his bald head, then with a somewhat dazed expression asked:

"You know me? Have you ridden my carriage before?" 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"No." Leon shook his head and replied:

"This is the first time I've seen you today."

"Then how do you know my name?"

How do I know your name... because your anomaly is called that!

[Name: Flying Johnson (Driving, Luck)]

[Appearance: A slightly old sedan-style light carriage pulled by a 12-year-old Highland horse, maximum capacity four people, driven by a middle-aged man named Johnson.

During traffic police working hours, this coachman and carriage will abide by all rules without any unusual behavior, but outside those hours, they will violate traffic rules massively]

[Abilities: Speed Driving, Safe Travel]

[Price: After the rental period, fees are based on the total running mileage according to the new traffic law third edition issued by the Kingdom of Lutung]

[File: Due to multiple actions by the Clearance Bureau's Food God, some citizens in the capital of the Kingdom of Lutung have experienced mild contamination, some awakening their own anomalies.

During the King of Nightmares event, Johnson, working the night shift, had just sent a drunk passenger home and was about to sleep when he and his old horse were drawn into the dream by the former King of Nightmares, carrying a large number of nightmare-infected people speeding across the night sky, helping them escape the clutches of the Clearance Bureau's Food God, thereby...]

[Evaluation: An exceptionally unique anomaly, regardless of how much traffic rules are disregarded or how insane the driving behavior is, as long as the carriage hasn't stopped, the coachman and passengers will all remain unharmed]

[Contamination Value: 12]

"Maybe it's because your name goes well with your bald head~"

After reading the entire file of [Flying Johnson], Leon, who had initially boarded the carriage upon discovering his anomaly, didn't explain much. Instead, he picked up a paper bag and hot bread, turned around and left the carriage, casually reminding the confused coachman again:

"Our job at the Clearance Bureau is dangerous, but the benefits are pretty good... remember to sign up, otherwise, next time it won't be me looking for you... Hmm? John, you're up this early?"

Hehe.

Smiling somewhat fiercely, John swung a nearly half-meter-long gardening shears in the space toward Leon, making a scraping sound.

"It's getting a bit rusty... remember to oil it, okay?"

Looking at the blade of the gardening shears he had given as a gift, Leon offered maintenance advice, then walked into the apartment with the bread, exchanged pleasantries with the smiling administrator lady, received a thin sweater he couldn't wear until autumn, then ascended the stairs with quick steps.

However, just as Leon walked out of the staircase and prepared to knock on the door, the door hinge made a light creaking sound, opening from the inside ahead of him.

"Brother?"

Seeing Leon standing there with a bag of long bread and looking at her with a face full of smiles, Anna blinked and said, with a surprised expression:

"Didn't you say you were going to see Veronica yesterday? How come you're back?"

"?"

Feeling puzzled by his sister's question, Leon replied rather confused:

"Yeah, but that was yesterday, is there a problem with me coming back today?"

"It's not that..."

Watching her bewildered brother, the slender girl pursed her lips as she tried to explain more delicately:

"You two rarely see each other, and you only stayed one night before coming back home? Aren't you... aren't you going to..."

"..."

Don't ask, don't ask.

Seeing his sister hesitating to speak, Leon gave a somewhat awkward smile.

Your brother actually didn't sleep at all, was just settling debts for your sister-in-law, which... is quite a lot, I suppose your sister-in-law and I need a good rest.

"I've got a pot on the stove..."

After catching some meaning from Leon's awkward smile, the slender girl blushed, quickly ran back to the kitchen to save the boiling pot, and absentmindedly poured in cod pieces.

Leon followed her into the house, placed the bread on the prepared dining table, then curiously asked:

"It's almost seven, right? William and the others aren't up yet?"

"Not yet." Anna replied somewhat helplessly from the busy kitchen:

"They should be up by now, but they stayed up late finishing their homework, it was past one and they hadn't finished, so I didn't wake them."

"I see..." Leon smacked his lips upon hearing this, feeling a bit strange inside.

The only death ruler's daughter, the original sin Great Demon God standing at the abyss's peak, and the possibly innately capable race of reaching the source, all up past one doing homework. Am I being too strict with them? Homework doesn't seem to... hmm?

While Leon lamented the horror of homework, the inner door handle made a light sound, and Melanie, in a cow print nightdress, walked out rubbing her sleepy eyes, her gaze somewhat woodenly moving over to Leon. Suddenly she shrieked:

"Brother? Why are you here?"

"Huh? Where else would I be?"

"Of course with Sister-in-law making nephews for me! Oh no! Could the The Sun News be right? Did Sister-in-law really not want you?!"

"..."

No, you're this sleepy yet still have the energy to read that crappy newspaper? Seems like you don't have enough homework!!!