The three of them managed to avoid the black goat’s spat-out phlegm, but they couldn’t evade its barrage of curses, leaving them dumbfounded on the spot.
Meanwhile, Leon eyed the red-haired director, who was grinning from ear to ear, as the goat head went on a tirade.
Is this why you called me over?
Indeed, indeed! That’s exactly what I meant! You really get me, haha~
Watching the three deputy directors bewildered by the goat head’s wrath, the red-haired director took a deep breath, feeling a long-lost sense of joy.
The reason he hadn’t replaced the damn goat with another abnormal object, despite despising it, was this mouth of its—which was beyond useful, aside from its excellent soul vision.
Whenever he was hindered by status or too embarrassed to curse the living soul out, this damn goat could scold for the whole day, costing only two packs of cigarettes—the cost efficiency was phenomenal.
Sigh~ What a shame. If it wasn’t for Leon, I’d really be reluctant to part with it~
As the red-haired director indulged in his long-lost joy, the three deputy directors snapped out of their stupor and slammed the table in furious indignation:
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"Mr. Leon! Control your...!"
"Ha! Pfft! Pfft pfft pfft!"
With the self-created skill ’Old Phlegm Spewing,’ the black goat interrupted the angry questioning of the three deputy directors and continued its relentless tirade:
"I was a big demon back then! Acknowledged as the first demon under True God! You three little pipsqueaks couldn’t even match a single hair on my head! Back when I wore pants, every time I went to the bathroom and looked down, I’d see thousands of your brothers!
For crying out loud, the more I say, the angrier I get—how dare you try to put a dog collar on me?! You deserve nothing!
If it weren’t for the fact that I’m now well-fed and well-rested, I’d dig up your ancestors’ graves, piece them back together, and shove each one into a dog’s behind! Don’t ask why I’m doing this—ask, and I’ll say I’m helping your ancestors return home!"
"What you? You lot can’t even recognize your own fathers—how the hell have you been surviving this long? For goodness sake! Were you picked up by the Clean-up Bureau from the sewers? Or **%&￥@#..."
"Stop! Enough already!"
Leon reached out to cover the black goat’s mouth, stemming the stream of increasingly offensive curse words, and spoke with mild regret:
"I’m sorry, its emotions got a bit agitated, and its words were a bit unpleasant. Please don’t take offense."
Unpleasant? The stuff this damned demon sprayed was pure filth—there was nothing remotely listenable!
After taking a moment to calm down, the three deputy directors, who had almost lost their cool due to the curses, gritted their teeth and asked:
"You... if you don’t want to wear the necklace, you could have told us! Why go this far..."
"I can wear it, why not wear it?"
"Although the origin of this abnormal object isn’t great, it is indeed a precious item, and its effects suit the current situation. I have no objections to it."
"Then why did you..."
"I just think the necklace you gave me isn’t efficient enough. It only allows you three to contact me one-way, which is still too inefficient."
Holding the struggling black goat firmly, Leon continued with a friendly introduction, under the shocked gazes of the three deputy directors:
"It’s my pet... um... one of the demons I’ve contracted. Not only does it allow me to communicate over vast distances, but it can even easily locate my position from across the city.
So, rather than wearing the necklace you gave me, I’d prefer if you three could keep it by your side. This way, in the event of any danger, we can quickly relay information to each other... How do you three feel about that?"
How do we feel? We don’t feel good! Not at all!
Watching the goat head, even with its mouth held shut by Leon, continue to use its soul to furiously curse them with non-repeating lines, the three deputy directors couldn’t help but shiver in unison.
Though this creature doesn’t seem particularly strong, that foul mouth is immensely powerful. Just 5 minutes of its curses sent their blood pressure skyrocketing—if it were kept by their side for more than half a month, they’d suffer cerebral hemorrhages before the Slaughter King Association could even strike!
"Um... it’s a bit inappropriate, isn’t it?"
Facing Leon’s "better" solution, the deputy director of the Hound Bureau awkwardly spoke:
"This demon is a fairly strong abnormal object, and losing it would weaken your abilities. Wouldn’t it be better if..."
"No, it won’t. My main combat abnormal objects are different now; they’re not paired with it."
Under the red-haired director’s strangely appreciative gaze, Leon smiled and added:
"It was originally fragmented into seven pieces, and I’ve collected four of them. So not only can I hand it over to you, each of you could even carry one piece."
God, what the heck, each of us taking one!
Even with its mouth bound and its output reduced to 50%, this creature’s soul fluctuations alone spewed insults at all three of them. If they faced three more goat heads with unbound mouths, wouldn’t each of them suffer six times the current torment?
"No! We’ve really got no need for it!"
Facing the black goat’s intimidation, the three deputy directors shook their heads in sync. The middle-aged woman from the Virgin Branch added, awkwardly:
"Actually... one of us specializes in speed, another in perception. Should any problem arise, we can quickly get there, so... timely communication isn’t that necessary. There’s no need to carry this object."
"Really don’t need it?"
Leon blinked at her words, gesturing to hand the black goat towards them, sincerely inviting:
"Though they have foul mouths, their abilities are outstanding. Are you really not considering it?"
"No, no! Definitely not!"
Putting away the black goat, which hadn’t finished cursing, Leon lifted the [Water Hound Collar] in his hand and asked:
"It’s yours, it’s yours!"
The Leopard Bureau’s director, regretfully, waved furiously:
"This item was for communication. If you find it useful, keep it!"
"Then thanks for your generosity."
Tossing the [Water Hound Collar] into the Mirror World as a toy for the young ha, Leon smiled and continued:
"By the way, do you have any plans for defensive measures after the Director leaves?"
Hearing Leon’s inquiry, the three deputy directors, still a bit rattled, exchanged glances before the Virgin Branch’s middle-aged woman spoke:
"Our plan is to gather two royal bloodline groups and have them protect the Virgin Branch closely!"
Was it a prudent idea to guard it thoroughly? It seemed a sound strategy.
Nodding in approval, Leon pursued further:
"Then what about me? What task do you have assigned for me?"
"Your task is to remain in the royal palace."
The middle-aged woman of the Virgin Branch explained:
"The princess needs to maintain the Kingdom’s operations; we can’t confine her to the Virgin Branch as well. So your task is to stay close for protection, 24/7, over the next half month."