The Demon's Menu-Chapter 807: Unrivaled Tenacity, Pers! (2)
Chapter 807 -32: Unrivaled Tenacity, Pers!_2
Losa 11 naturally knew all of this.
As the other party hung up the phone, the eleventh-in-line heir to the Losa Family knelt to the ground and began to pray.
He was praying for success for Roslor and Pers.
It must be a success!
If successful, I won’t eat meat for a year, I won’t eat fish for a year, I won’t eat sweets for a year…
Losa 11 began making vows.
Meanwhile, at some location, “The Planner” pulled out a remote and pressed it slowly.
Bang!
Clang!
Pers kicked the door in front of him with force. The untenable wooden door directly hit the wall inside the room and rebounded back, with Roslor quickly steadying it.
"I think we should be a little quieter.”
Roslor, the doctor, said tactfully.
"If I could, I’d be tactful too,”
"But we’re short on time.”
Pers said as he rushed into the room.
On seeing the ventilation duct above his head, he sighed with relief.
The first step was a success!
Next was to go through the exhaust duct into the place where the bomb was!
The bomb!
Thinking about what Losa 11 had told him just now, Pers felt terrible.
He always felt that his life for the past 20 years was far less thrilling than today.
Or rather…
It was terrifying!
Scared enough to make his legs shake right now.
He had to mask it with some behaviors.
Like the door kicking just now.
"Give me a hand.”
Pers, now much calmer, began to move the chairs in the room, then he stepped on them and started dismantling the air vent cover.
Upon leaving, he had brought a toolbox from his apartment.
At this moment, the toolbox was in the hands of Roslor.
"Here you go.”
Roslor passed him a Phillips screwdriver.
Then, as he watched Pers turn the screws, Roslor couldn’t help but ask, “What exactly does a ‘Contact’ do?”
Without doubt, this was clearly a case of making small talk.
To put it simply, Roslor was a bit nervous himself.
"Long holidays, high salary, apart from being a bit dangerous and not being able to keep cats, it’s a job I really like,”
Pers said honestly.
When it came to not being able to keep cats, Pers emphasized his words.
"You like cats?”
Roslor asked with surprise.
"I do.”
"My first dream was to have my own small apartment, with both a cat and a dog.”
"And now that’s one-fourth achieved,”
Pers said with certainty.
"One-fourth?”
Roslor was a bit confused by what Pers meant.
Even with a cat or a dog, wouldn’t that be half?
"I have a cat nest.”
Pers replied.
A cat nest?
Cats and dogs, cat nests and dog houses?
Roslor was stunned.
Then, inexplicably, he felt like laughing.
However, being of a medical background, Roslor didn’t voice it out loud.
Instead, he sincerely thanked him.
"Thank you.”
Roslor said.
Pers: ?
"I know you’re trying to distract me from my nervousness by telling a cold joke, even though you indeed have a cat nest, that’s from when you used to keep a cat, right?”
"Pets aren’t allowed inside ‘Game Mansion,’ so you left your cat with relatives or friends.”
"Your relatives or friends must also love cats a lot, so they have a full set of cat stuff.”
"So you kept this cat nest, right?”
Roslor held his head high, looking at Pers, who was turning the screwdriver, with full confidence.
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Pers looked down at Roslor and didn’t say anything.
"Am I right?”
Roslor continued to ask.
"Yes, that’s what I was thinking.”
Pers nodded, removed the air vent cover, handed it to Roslor, then with both arms grabbed the edges of the air vent, pushed hard, and crawled inside.
Then it was Roslor’s turn.
Roslor, imitating Pers, took a small jump, grabbing the edges of the air vent, then pushed with force, but… he didn’t manage to pull himself up.
After several tries, Pers, who had climbed into the ventilation duct, finally realized something was wrong.
He poked his head out, looking at Roslor, who was red-faced with effort but still unable to pull himself up.
"I’ll pull you up.”
Roslor said, extending his hand.
"Thank you.”
Pers reached out his hand.
Then…
Roslor, upon exerting force, couldn’t pull him up.
He tried harder, but still couldn’t budge him.
"Sorry, I’ve been eating well lately, my weight has increased.”
Roslor apologized, embarrassed.
"Step aside, I’ll go down and push you.”
Pers said.
"Okay.”
Roslor nodded.
Then, Pers lifted Roslor’s legs, propped them on his shoulders, lifted him up, and stuffed him forcibly into the air vent.
After making sure Roslor was completely inside, Pers pushed himself up again and entered the air duct.
However, he immediately regretted it.
Pfft!
Amidst the loud and lingering sound, a pungent odor filled the air in front of Pers.
Pers, having just crawled into the air duct, was hit with a wave of dizziness.
The ‘Contact’ jumped down even quicker than he had climbed up.
"Damn it, what did you eat!”
Pers yelled furiously.
"Sorry, I had leek and egg for lunch.”
"I usually have a very strong stomach.”
"Today it’s because of that stinky river, I got a chill in my stomach.”
Roslor’s apologetic voice came through.
Pers just pursed his lips in despair.
Yes, despair.
Not just because the smell in the air duct hadn’t dispersed.
