I! Cleaner!

"Was I... sent back home?"

After rubbing his somewhat groggy eyes, Leon looked at the familiar ceiling overhead, barely determining his location... Of course, the main reason wasn't the ceiling, but the burly old man outside the window holding a big gardening shear and staring at him with ill intent.

"..."

This was the sixth floor, and he was that persistent...

Leon glanced speechlessly at the burly old man hanging outside the window, shook his slightly drowsy head, and struggled to get out of bed, trying hard to recall what had happened yesterday.

He remembered that Taurus His Excellency had sent over some brewed liquor, and he had opened them all, taking a sip from each. But as he drank, his consciousness began to blur, and he couldn't control himself, gulping bigger sips. Many bottles at the end were even drained completely...

No more drinking! Since I've reached the badge limit, I don't need to drink anymore. From now on, I'll stay away from alcohol unless absolutely necessary!

Rubbing his swollen temples, Leon tried to recall what happened next, but no matter how hard he tried, all he could remember was stumbling out of the warehouse, drunkenly, after obtaining the [Immortal in Liquor] badge, and then knowing nothing more.

Seeing the "difficult to control one's behavior and language" words in the [Immortal in Liquor] description, Leon couldn't help but feel guilty, hissing as he prayed he hadn't done anything too outrageous. While thinking this, he wobbled out of bed, slipped on his slippers, and walked out of the room.

...

"You finally woke up!"

Seeing Leon stumble out, with everything looking normal except for a slightly pale complexion, Anna, who was cooking red bean soup in the kitchen, immediately breathed a sigh of relief. She then turned off the heat, wiped her hands, took off her apron, and brought over the hangover soup, complaining with slight annoyance,

"Bro! What did you do yesterday? Why did you drink so much? You slept so deeply that even Melanie couldn't wake you by tickling your feet!"

No wonder, I wondered why I was wearing only one sock...

Looking down at his bare right foot in his slipper, Leon chuckled awkwardly a few times, making up a couple of excuses to get by. Then, while drinking the soup Anna had handed him, he cautiously probed,

"Uh... yesterday..."

"You said a lot of drunken nonsense yesterday."

Anna didn't even have to look at Leon's expression to know what he wanted to ask. She snorted, then brought out the boiled eggs and toast, describing with an expressionless face,

"After Sister Emma brought you back, reeking of alcohol, you held onto her hand, not letting go. You not only kept thanking her but also sighed and wished you had met her earlier.

"I felt something was wrong and secretly pinched you several times, but you didn't seem to feel it. You held onto Sister Emma, confessing that compared to a drunkard female monkey, her gentle nature was your favorite type.

"Then you said the age difference wasn't a problem, and if she weren't already married, you would pursue her desperately. Lastly, you pulled out all my celery and herbs from the windowsill, made them into a bouquet to give to her, insisting on one knee that she should..."

"Please... stop..."

Listening to the ridiculous things he did in a "Drunken Life, Dreamy Death" state, Leon's face turned as red as a monkey's butt. He quickly drank the perfectly warm red bean soup in a gulp and then, with a flushed face, explained,

"Yesterday... that was a special situation. I definitely won't get drunk in the future! Well... in normal circumstances, I shouldn't..."

"You better not!"

Thinking of her brother's drunken antics yesterday, babbling nonsense while holding onto someone, Anna's toes began to uncontrollably scratch her slippers, feeling awkward all over.

After glaring at Leon for making her share in his embarrassment, the usually good-tempered Anna couldn't help but say irritably,

"Sister Emma said, after hearing your evaluation, that your director laughed happily and told you to be careful not to fall into her hands recently. She didn't know when you would wake up, so she took two days off for you to sober up before going back... Oh, right..."

At this point, Anna paused slightly, then scrutinized Leon with a face full of suspicion,

"Bro, I heard that when people get drunk, their self-control decreases, and they do things they usually think of but don't dare to do. So... you don't really have feelings for Sister Emma, do you?"

"..."

Feelings... if I'm not lying, I did think about it.

After all, Senior Emma was gentle, beautiful, and particularly attentive to him, and... *ahem*, but it was just a thought. Who doesn't have some fancy, romantic, even naughty little thoughts in their hearts?

But those thoughts were just thoughts. People aren't beasts entirely driven by instinct, so they can't indulge without restraint. Therefore, these little thoughts would, after a brief consideration, be immediately suppressed by reason.

However, after entering the "Drunken Life, Dreamy Death" state, his logic and thinking speed were weakened by more than 90%, and the thoughts kept firmly restrained were slightly uncontainable, so...

It wasn't my fault! Blame it on [Immortal in Liquor]!

After convincing himself for a while, shifting most of the blame to the [Immortal in Liquor], Leon felt a little better, then earnestly said to Anna,

"Don't say such things. Drunken words can't be taken seriously. Senior Emma has always cared for me, and I really respect her."

"..."

Indeed, I remember yesterday when Sister Emma refused your love, blushed, and wanted to leave, you held onto her, insistently asking several times if you really didn't have a chance, being quite respectful, indeed.

Holding back the urge to laugh, after contemplating Leon's antics yesterday, Anna took a deep breath and proactively changed the subject,

"What about Sister Veronica, then? When will you and she get married?"

"Well... that's a bit complicated..."

Recalling the cunning and charming Princess who was hard to resist in every way, Leon couldn't help but hesitated.

Honestly, facing Princess Veronica's persistent pursuit, he found it hard to withstand, but... he wasn't ready to give in just yet. After all, as good as the Princess was, what she truly wanted was probably the Ryan Family resources, not him personally.

Although it sounded a bit pretentious, he still wanted someone who genuinely came after him as a partner. Additionally, he wasn't ready for early marriage at this prime age... *It felt like something was missing.*

"I'll stall for now..."

After saying a classic scumbag line, having struggled with Princess Veronica several times but failing to call off the engagement, Leon explained with helpless eyes,

"There are many aspects involved in our relationship, it's not as simple as it looks, and it really can't be sorted out for the time being."

"Fine! You take your time!"

After glaring at Leon again, Anna took a deep breath and continued coldly,

"Let me ask you, Yisha, Olivia, Amy, Nicole... what's the deal with these?"

"Huh? How do you—"

"I heard these names last night when I was wiping your face with a warm towel, you were mumbling them."

Glaring at Leon again, Anna gritted her teeth and said,

"If you hadn't been drunk, I would've never known you were so... hurry up and tell me! What's the story with these people? Who do you actually like?"

"..."

Damn badge! Screwed me over!!