I! Cleaner!

"Swish... swish... swish..."

The azure sea rippled, gently and affectionately licking the golden sandy shore. On the old and orderly stone pier, a few scattered boats swayed lightly in the dock, while several seagulls, gilded by the sunlight, lazily circled above, occasionally letting out a few melodious chirps...

The morning in the seaside town of Ankara remained as peaceful and beautiful as ever. However, unlike usual, the bustling dockside tavern was now deserted, with no patrons entering or leaving for quite some time.

And Agatha, the waitress who had become the dream girl of the town's youth due to her playful yet fiery personality, and an even more fiery figure, was also not at the dockside tavern. Instead, she was standing in front of the only post office in Ankara, frowning as she leafed through the past newspapers posted at the entrance.

...

*Finding a job lately has been a bit tough...*

After flipping through many job sections in past newspapers and failing to find a suitable job, Agatha, who had just become unemployed this morning, couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

After the incident at the tavern yesterday, although she was carried out by Mr. Joseph and wasn't injured in the scuffle, the three drunk sailors gave Mr. Elijah, who had spoken up for justice, a good beating.

Worse yet, by the time she brought the police back, those three sailors had taken advantage of the moment when no one was there, pried open the tavern's cellar, and consumed and destroyed all the stock inside. They even cleaned out the money from the counter before disappearing without a trace.

When the real owner of the tavern returned and learned that all this trouble had started because of her, he became furious. Not only did he deduct all her wages as compensation, but he also fired her on the spot.

Having left home in a hurry, she didn't bring much money with her. Although she had saved up a bit working as a waitress in the tavern these past few months, it was still not much. She could only barely make ends meet, and with no suitable jobs in the newspaper now, what was she to do?

"Are you... Miss Agatha?"

Just as Agatha was feeling anxious and helpless in front of the post office due to her financial constraints, a somewhat surprised voice came from behind her.

Agatha turned around in surprise and saw that it was the guest with whom she had a very enjoyable conversation yesterday, the one who courageously stood up during the disturbance by the sailors.

"Mr. Elijah!"

Looking at the man in front of her, with bandages around his head and a large bruise on his forehead, yet still retaining an elegant demeanor, Agatha couldn't help but blush. Feeling a bit guilty for leaving him to take the beating yesterday, she shyly greeted him, "You... how are you? I'm really sorry about yesterday. If it weren't for me... you wouldn't have..."

"It's nothing."

Even though Elijah was a bit frustrated about being beaten for no reason, when he saw the blushing beauty in front of him, his annoyance unconsciously vanished. He smiled and replied, "Yesterday's incident was not your fault; you were just caught up by those troublesome drunks. As for the injuries on me, when I decided to stand up yesterday, I had already prepared myself for the possibility of getting beaten.

"This is the price a man pays when he acts in accordance with his principles, and it is also a medal commemorating my courage. It has nothing to do with a beautiful lady who was merely affected by the incident, so you need not feel guilty."

"Mr. Elijah..."

Seeing Elijah, who was clearly beaten so badly, yet still trying his best to comfort her, Agatha felt a warmth in her heart. She clasped both hands to her chest, and with eyes full of gentleness, she softly said, "Your bravery and kindness, like the morning sun, illuminate the dark corners of my heart. They are like the endless waves of the ocean, making me..."

"I can't stand it anymore!"

At this moment, Leon, who had been sitting inside the post office for half the day, couldn't help but push open the window and stick his head out, humorously complaining, "Can't you two just talk normally? You're just greeting each other, but it's getting all poetic and drawn out. At this rate, the conversation might as well break into song.

"If I hadn't interrupted, would you have started dancing in the street later? And then the rest of us bystanders would jump out of our cars and stand on the roofs to dance with you?"

After Leon's humorous complaint, Young Ha, the yellow-haired dog sitting on his shoulder, nodded its little head in agreement and energetically chimed in, "Woof woof woof! (Exactly!)"

Is this... Mr. Joseph?

Seeing the person and dog sticking their heads out of the window, the protagonist couple of "Twelve Days' Journey" were momentarily dumbfounded.

It was because, compared to yesterday's attire that made one look like a disoriented young man, today's "Mr. Joseph" appeared a bit too normal.

Beneath a well-tailored gray wool coat, he wore a simple, fitting vest and a slim-fitting pleated shirt, with a neatly folded handkerchief tucked into the pocket at his chest. He seemed somewhat gentlemanly.

The only thing that wasn't quite gentlemanly was that one extra button on his collar was unfastened, revealing a well-defined collarbone and fair neck. Moving upward, one would see a well-contoured jawline and slightly upturned lips, combined with a high nose and deep, bright eyes, giving off the impression of...

A decently good-looking man.

There was no way around it. Whether it was Leon in reality or "Mr. Joseph" in "Twelve Days' Journey," neither was the type of character with earth-shatteringly good looks.

Even though Leon had put effort into dressing nicely for the occasion, even secretly applying some eyeshadow under his collarbone to accentuate its lines, ultimately his looks could only be described as slightly handsome. When passing by on the street, he might get a few extra glances, but that was about it.

But just like beauty in women is often enhanced through comparison, the current "Mr. Joseph," though slightly handsome, appeared stunningly elegant through a comparison to yesterday's flamboyant and crazed outfit. Such a contrast elevated him to the level of strikingly handsome.

...

*What do you think? Astounding, right?*

Seeing the two outside the post office, both filled with surprise, Leon couldn't help but slightly raise his eyebrows, revealing a profoundly meaningful smile.

Although he didn't know if it was true or not, according to the information revealed by the "Drama King," if he could thoroughly disrupt the script and achieve a higher evaluation than the original play, then he might become the new ruler of the theatrical world.

And to achieve this, first, he needed to figure out who exactly issued these "evaluations," and the ones most likely to provide the evaluations were the residents of the small town of Ankara, the originally three thousand-member audience of the Central Cross Theater.

As for what these audience members liked to watch...

Last night, Leon broke into the registry office through a window and went through the resident registration forms of the town. He found that as much as seventy percent of them were women. Moreover, the two plays today were a romantic comedy, "Twelve Days' Journey," and an older person-younger person tragedy, "Madam Helena." It wasn't hard to guess what these viewers would enjoy.

And how to make the new "Twelve Days' Journey" more appealing than the original, with only one controllable "role" in the presence and interference of the "Drama King"...

For someone like Leon, who had been exposed to various works from another world, this might actually be the simplest task!