Me! Cleaner!.

Chapter 1203, No. 2, No. 11, No. 12

"..."

The problem was actually found in... the quantity?
After hearing the old ox's explanation of the allure, Leon's lips twitched violently, as if his ears had been somehow contaminated.

Although it sounds absurd, it makes sense when you think about it. After all, if a beautiful woman has four... elders and still makes you feel like she's a goddess, then you'd probably feel something's not quite right.

So ultimately, the horse-headed lady chose the wrong target to disguise herself as, or rather, she didn't choose the wrong target at all, but the minotaur could accept this aesthetic, while the minotaur and the human could not.

'Your observations are...quite meticulous...'

After offering a half-hearted compliment to the old ox, Lyon decisively skipped the topic and instead kept his eyes fixed on the pensive horse-headed lady, while mentally communicating with the old ox:

"Let's put Grandma's problem aside for now. What kind of person do you think she might be?"

'Moo (the remnant of the original lineage)'

With a reluctant look at the beautiful figure of the woman with the horse's head, the old ox sighed with regret and mooed:
'Moo moo moo (Even after you blessed me and made me a pillar god of dreams, I couldn't resist her allure. That can only be because she's a ruler who controls the origin.)'

What else? Do you even need to tell me?

Faced with the old ox who had uttered a pointless remark, Leon said, somewhat speechless:

'I asked what number she might be, and which of the rulers she might be!'

'Moo moo moo... Moo moo? (She's not using her own face, how would I know which one she is? But if I had to guess... the Ancestral Land of All Spirits, or the Ascended Realm? Or perhaps the Hanging Horn Star Gorge?)'

After blinking its huge eyes, the old ox mooed uncertainly:
'Moo moo moo (Charm is a spiritual power, and the fact that you can't detect it at first proves that the other person is stronger in terms of will, spirit, and soul, or at least not much weaker than you.)

Among the remnants of the Root, those involved in the spiritual realm are No. 7 from the Valley of Dreams, No. 11 from the Ancestral Land of All Spirits, No. 12 from the Realm of Ascension, and No. 2 from the Hanging Star Gorge. (Considering that No. 7 has already entered your stomach, she should be one of the other three.)

Number 11, number 12, or number 2?

After carefully noting down the old ox's analysis, Lyon frowned and began to ponder.

I remember Evangeline once mentioned that the stronger the Root Descendants are, the earlier their numbers are. Although it's not that those with later numbers are completely powerless—the Dream Lord, who is number 7, once left number 1 helpless—this rule still generally applies.

而在吃掉了憩梦主宰之后，自己掌握着七成半的7号根源、一小部分的9号根源、以及破碎且未解封的3号根源，面对11号和12号的时候应该能占上风，面对2号的话……

'(Moo) You can't win'

The old ox, who had once "extracted" a fragment of Leon's soul and could vaguely sense his thoughts, snorted:

'Moo moo moo (Among the fourteen Root Remnants qualified to complete the ultimate mission, the first, second, third, and fourth are the most important and the most complete. They are capable of containing Roots beyond their own scope, making them significantly stronger than the others.)
Moo moo moo moo moo (If the present world were intact, you could indeed rival or even surpass Number 2, but the present world was shattered by the Root that was chasing you. You can only be considered half of Number 3 now. If you were to actually encounter Number 2, you would most likely be no match for him. If you could team up with the Pure White Mother, you would be about the same.)

That's it...

After listening to the old ox's reminder, Leon nodded slightly, didn't ask any further questions, closed his eyes, lay back on the hospital bed, and obediently became his recovering ox. Regardless of the horse-headed woman's exact number, since she had infiltrated, it proved that she and the Pure White Mother were likely not on the same side, and might even be enemies.

His purpose in infiltrating was to see if the Pure White Virgin Mary was the real Virgin Mary or a fake one, and to see if she was suitable as an ally. So the appearance of this horse-headed lady was actually a good thing for him.

After all, the Pure White Mother couldn't stay in the Abyss of Ten Thousand Evils forever; she would return soon. The Horse-Headed Lady, who took advantage of the situation, couldn't wait any longer. Once she couldn't resist stirring up trouble, the truth she wanted would most likely surface directly.

In short, it's safer to follow this horse-headed lady who has given herself away than to explore around on her own and try her luck!
Having decided to take advantage of the situation, Leon abandoned his idea of ​​changing wards and patiently stayed in hiding with Miss Horsehead. After about two days, a large number of new "patients" poured in, and the originally empty ward gradually became noisy and crowded.

It seems that the lost souls of the Shepherd's Plains have been drawn here as well.

Looking at the ward, now transformed into a zoo of exotic animals, filled with all sorts of strange creatures, Leon couldn't help but turn his head slightly and glance at the curtain on his left.

Since the influx of a large number of lost beasts, hospital beds have become scarce. The angels, who are exhausted from their work, are simply unable to take care of so many patients who are in poor mental condition, occasionally break down and cry, or even fight. They have no choice but to "merge similar items".

After taking away the vast majority of non-animal patients, the angels responsible for taking care of this huge ward grouped similar species together for unified management. As for myself and Miss Horse Head, who were also herbivores, we became clinical patients.

"Moo (Miss Horus)"

Carefully pushing aside the small hanging hospital bed suspended from the ceiling, and moving the three sleeping oxpecker patients along with the bed to the other end of the sedan chair, Leon, maintaining his previous demeanor, sat up and solicitously inquired of the horse-headed lady in the next bed:

"Moo moo moo (I've recovered enough and will be leaving tomorrow to go to the Nurturing Nest as advised by Doctor Oroya. May I ask...)"

"Huer (about the same)"

"Moo? (So you've fully recovered too?)"

"Hmm."

"Moo moo! (Oh, congratulations!)"

Seemingly oblivious to the distance and coldness in Ma Tou's words, Niu Tou Ang, determined to pester her, continued his conversation with a smile:

"Moo moo moo? (Since we're so destined to meet, why don't we go together and look out for each other?)"

"I'm not comfortable."

"Moo...Moo...(Well...okay then...)"

Hearing the regretful sigh from the other side of the curtain of holy light, the horse-headed lady couldn't help but close her horse eyes, deeply regretting why she had ever bothered with this lecherous minotaur.

Even though I had already canceled the charm I was casting on it and started talking coldly to it, every time this lecherous bull glanced at me... or more accurately, glanced at my butt, it would immediately shamelessly come back to bother me again.

Damn it! I'm a horse and you're a cow! You don't care about such a big difference in race? You... even if you were a donkey?

(End of this chapter)