Me! Cleaner!.

Chapter 1174 Favorability and Inquiry
Well... I don't think that's necessary.

After glancing at Frederica, who looked somewhat embarrassed, Leon secretly switched to the [Director of the Cleanup Bureau] badge. Leveraging the badge's powerful human affinity effect, he temporarily boosted the old man's favorability and quickly seized the opportunity to ask:
"Excuse me... um... sir, how old are you exactly?"

"what?"

Upon hearing Lyon's question, the old man, whose mind was still a bit muddled from the impact, blinked and then answered with some confusion:

"Four hundred and thirty-six years and five months... What's wrong?"

It's true! He really is over four hundred years old!

Before asking the question, Leon had already used the resistance effect of [Materialism] to grant himself the ability to observe souls in the dream without disrupting the dream as much as possible.

After confirming that the white-bearded old man's answer was sincere and that he was indeed over four hundred years old, Leon clenched his fist slightly and stared intently at him, pressing for an answer:

"Then how did you manage to save it from the clutches of the Four Pillars Gods...?"

"grandfather!!!"

"The doctor is here!"

"Little sister! We're back!"

As if deliberately designed to interrupt Leon, just as he asked his question, the burly men who had been scrambling to "rush out the door" suddenly swarmed back, carrying a middle-aged man with them.

"Let go! Damn it! Let go!"

The doctor, being carried by seven or eight men, kept yelling at the strong men to let go, but he couldn't resist their strength. He could only drift towards the house like a small boat in a stormy sea, tossed and turned on top of the "crowd".

After landing, still shaken, the middle-aged doctor saw the white-bearded old man with a ruddy complexion and a radiant spirit, talking to Leon. He couldn't help but feel angry and kicked the calf of one of the burly men next to him.

"He's perfectly fine, isn't he? What's all this nonsense about? Can't you see I still have medicine simmering in the pot?"

Ah this...

Looking at the grandfather of the "peeping boy" who was sitting calmly beside him, the group of burly men couldn't help but scratch their heads and look puzzled. Then they were kicked one by one by the middle-aged doctor who looked like he had a bad temper.

"A bunch of little bastards! You're just messing around with me for no reason, aren't you? Damn it! I don't know how your boss raised you guys, not a single one of you is even remotely intelligent!"

After giving the burly men a good dressing down, the middle-aged doctor, who was still simmering medicine in the pot, left cursing and swearing, leaving Frederica's family staring at each other in disbelief, and Leon frowning incessantly.

"May I ask about the Four Pillars of Deity..."

"Did you save Grandfather?"

"Could you please discuss the matter of lifespan...?"

"You saved Grandfather's life, but you can't just let it go like that for peeping at my little sister while she was bathing!"

"The Four Pillars..."

"Damn it! My medicine is all burnt! You have to pay for my medicine!"

"..."

I understand now; the dreamer is refusing to answer this question.

After four attempts to steer the conversation away from the topic were abruptly interrupted by various "accidents," Leon glanced at Frederica beside him as he watched the middle-aged doctor suddenly return and argue with the burly men. He vaguely understood why the dream had turned out this way. To use the power of [Dream Butterfly], one must actively relinquish their "self" and immerse themselves in the dream. Although Frederica, as the dream's master, didn't retain a clear consciousness or memory, she could still slightly influence the dream's development.

Whenever he asked about lifespan and the Four Pillars of Deity, something would suddenly interrupt his questioning, proving that Frederica's subconscious was resisting and did not want him, an outsider, to know the answer to this question.

As for how to get her to give up resisting... there doesn't seem to be a very good way.

Seeing Frederica looking back at him with a puzzled expression, Leon hesitated for a moment. Thinking it was just a dream, he got up and walked over, lowering his voice to probe her intentions:
"If we consider complete distrust of me as 0 points, and your belief in everything I say as 100 points, then how much trust do you have in me right now?"

what?
Upon hearing Leon's rather absurd question, Frederica in her dream was momentarily stunned, then answered somewhat helplessly:
"Approximately... 80... 75 points?"

75... not bad, it shouldn't be too far off.

After roughly estimating the level of trust required to find out about the [lifespan] issue, Leon felt it should hover around 90 points. He nodded to indicate that he understood, and then activated the effect of [Materialism] to break through the dream, actively withdrawing his will.

"Why is he lying down again?!"

Seeing that the "peeping boy" had exchanged a few words with his sister before collapsing again without moving, the burly men couldn't help but gather around, chattering amongst themselves:
"What's wrong with this kid? Why does he keep stopping breathing every now and then?"

"Could he be faking it again? Should I slap him a couple of times and see?"

"Wouldn't it be a bit much to just slap him? After all, he just revived his grandfather."

"Then let Grandfather draw it?"

"Isn't this even worse? Alright, just shut up! Little sister, what do you think?"

"I think... you should carry him to the side room first."

Staring at Leon, who had closed his eyes and was no longer speaking, seemingly "sleeping soundly" in his dream, Frederica hesitated for a moment before speaking:

“He just told me that he has amnesia and asked if he could stay and live with us from now on. I agreed.”

"?!!!"

"You mustn't throw him into the river, you mustn't tie him to a horse and then drive it away, you mustn't steal the dragon egg and smash it on him, and you mustn't lock him in the sacred cow's shed..."

After sternly outlining a series of prohibitions, and seeing the burly men's expressions gradually soften as all options were prematurely blocked, Frederica's eyes warmed slightly. She then gently instructed them:
"Let's keep him here. I have a feeling he can help us if he stays."

"But……"

"Alright! Shut up!"

After carefully observing Frederica's expression, the white-bearded old man, who had been silent for a while, slammed his bull-headed cane on the floor tile and glared at her, shouting:
"Frederica is your sister, but she is also our tribe's saintess! You don't even listen to the saintess?"

"us……"

"Stop calling yourselves 'you' and 'us,' get out! All of you, get out!"

After the burly men who wanted to say something more had left, and only Frederica and he remained in the room, the white-bearded old man paused for a moment, then asked with a somewhat complicated expression:

"Frederica... are you still the Frederica I know?"

(End of this chapter)