Chapter 35 What are you doing! A sudden inspiration
"There was no other transaction involved, but I used truth serum to get him to publicly reveal the list of customers he knew who had participated in the transactions. I reckon that will keep things lively for a while."
Celine's voice carried a hint of enjoying the spectacle.
“There are still many survivors in the dungeon, whether they are victims, guests, or dungeon staff, they have all been rescued. Alice is definitely not among them,” Mark said. “Oh, there is one named Rettigel, she said she contacted us via communicator, she also seems to be a victim, but was spared because she was chosen by ‘Mr.’”
"Wait a minute?" Celine interjected from the other end of the communicator. "Is it Raitijel, the spokesperson for Duogu City? She's a victim too? Could it be that the other celebrities are also backed by the Underworld?"
The Storm Leader rubbed his temples, looking annoyed, and spoke with considerable impatience.
"Let the detective game be a game for fun, and let the person in charge of these messes deal with them."
“I understand,” Celine said. “But they hurt Victoria and Reinhardt, hurt so many innocent people, and they can’t even be torn to pieces. I just can’t get over it. Chief, I’ll stay a little longer, at least until I’m sure the damned are dead before I go back.”
“I’m afraid I’ll need some time too,” Mark said casually, with a hint of helplessness. “I won’t go back until I’m sure Alice is alright.”
Otherwise, his work would be rendered incomplete, and the reputation of the Storm Bandits would be damaged. For Mark, who is extremely responsible at work and values five-star reviews, this is a disaster comparable to the collapse of the sky.
Buster was used to these guys running wild outside, so he casually agreed, then disconnected the communicator, went outside, and prepared to knock on Reinhardt's door.
Almost seven or eight hours had passed since they set sail from the dock. Seeing Reinhardt's exhaustion, Buster made sure he ate a full breakfast before releasing the Son of God to bathe and sleep.
Buster managed to eat a quick lunch, and as dinner approached, he remembered his previous teaching promises and got up to find Reinhardt.
Just as he raised his hand to knock, the thick door in front of him, seemingly not closed tightly, suddenly opened a crack.
The Storm Leader used his bent fingers to push open the door, only to find the room clean and empty.
The handsome man simply pushed the door open completely, glanced around the room to make sure the bathroom was empty, and a white silk robe was laid out on the bed.
Pajamas, perhaps? Buster thought for a moment and guessed that he had woken up and gone out to play with Madonna and the others.
Buster's body moved faster than his mind; with his arms crossed, he turned and headed for the door.
Just as Buster had guessed, Reinhardt changed his clothes as soon as he woke up and slowly made his way downstairs to look for Madonna.
He was still worried about Victoria, because he knew that, given the personalities of these ladies, if they were conscious and had regained some of their mobility, they would definitely come to visit him.
Reinhardt's arrival clearly provided some emotional support; Madonna, who was overwhelmed with problems for Victoria, showed a hint of joy on her tired face when she saw him knocking on the door.
"Reinhardt! I was just about to come find you."
Rising from Victoria's bedside, the tall woman quickly walked to Reinhardt and embraced him.
“Thank goodness you’re alright. I shouldn’t have separated from you. I’m so sorry to have put you in that predicament, Reinhardt. You must have been terrified.” Madonna gently ruffled his blond hair. “But even though you were scared, you still went into the dungeon to find Victoria without hesitation. Reinhardt, you were really brave, and you did a fantastic job.”
This wasn't a thank you from the perspective of a victim's family member; Madonna's genuine sympathy and praise sounded more like the feelings a friend confides in a close partner.
Reinhardt, who was unresponsive to violence and threats, was somewhat taken aback by such overt friendliness.
Madonna released him before he could catch his breath, still with pity. She looked at Reinhardt's face, which had already recovered from the swelling, and said, "You were so badly injured, is that bastard dead? Why is your lip still cut?"
Reinhardt felt that continuing the introduction might go on forever, so he abruptly changed the subject: "Why hasn't Victoria woken up yet?"
Sure enough, Madonna's attention immediately shifted to Victoria. Since Reinhard couldn't see, she didn't hide the worry on her face, but her tone betrayed her dejection.
“She was injected with a very terrible banned substance. This drug corrodes a person’s brain and turns them into a complete idiot.” As she said this, she couldn’t help but touch Reinhardt’s head again.
After all, the touch is so wonderful that Madonna also gets a little comfort when she touches it.
"If it weren't for you, Reinhardt, if it weren't for your quick reaction and contacting the leader in such a short time, Victoria would probably be a brainless idiot by now."
Reinhardt, whether accustomed to Buster's touch or finding it genuinely reassuring, didn't show any resistance. However, he still sensed Madonna's dejection from her earlier words, so the beautiful woman with her hair down tilted her head and looked at Madonna with a puzzled expression.
"Then why are you unhappy?"
Madonna choked back a sob, her brows furrowing in a deep frown. "...I can't hide it from you." She sighed, no longer concealing her distress and disappointment. "Although Victoria received timely treatment, the drug's effects were too strong. Even if Victoria wakes up... she'll likely be affected to some extent. For example, she might lose her voice, experience body convulsions, be unable to walk... or go blind..."
She couldn't bring herself to say the last sentence because of Reinhardt.
Reinhardt frankly replied, "Being blind is really troublesome. Is there no other way?"
"At the moment... there isn't one. Let's wait for her to wake up. As long as she regains consciousness and lives well, there might be a way to salvage the situation." She shrugged and said, "Perhaps we can also wait for you to regain your eyes and help her out."
"If I could, I would also like to help you."
Reinhardt didn't reject this idea, and nodded, turning his head to 'look' at Madonna.
“You seem to have been without rest for a long time. I can sense your exhaustion. Perhaps I can help you protect her for a while.”
Madonna shook her head, instinctively wanting to refuse Reinhardt. But she suddenly realized that this was the first time Reinhardt had taken the initiative to ask for something. Her gaze lingered on Reinhardt's calm and beautiful face, and she understood that this handsome young man, whose emotions were so stable, seemed to be trying to open a tightly closed door.
If she refuses, it might discourage the kitten from even stepping out of the room.
Changing the subject, Madonna swallowed her words back down her throat, managing to utter a single, resolute "good."
The medical room had two rooms. Madonna planned to rest briefly on the empty bed in the next room, so that Reinhardt could wake her up if needed. Leading Reinhardt to the sofa beside the bed, Madonna ruffled his hair and said, "Call me if anything happens. I'm counting on you for Victoria."
Reinhardt nodded and took the job seriously.
Madonna was truly exhausted, and the sound of her falling asleep soon echoed from the other room. Reinhardt sat silently on the sofa, and after what seemed like an eternity, he suddenly tilted his head, as if he had just remembered something.
The princess with long golden hair immediately stood up, groped her way to the other side of the hospital bed, to a cabinet filled with various odds and ends. She found something that looked sharp, held it in her hand, and then groped her way back to the sofa, carefully sitting down.
Without much hesitation, the blond son of the god used the sharp object to cut his finger.
Fresh blood gushed out instantly, dripping onto clothes and the bed, staining small patches of bright color.
Reinhardt calmly put down the weapon, leaned on the bed, and slowly brought his fingers close to Victoria.
With bloodied fingertips finally touching Victoria's lips, Reinhardt was trying to get her to open her mouth and take off her clothes when Buster's angry voice suddenly came from the doorway.
"What are you doing!"
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Author's Note: Celine: There is only one truth!
Mark: Huh? I actually have a role in today's mini-theater?
Madonna: You only had one line, and now you don't.
Reinhardt looked at Mark, who was weeping bitterly, and asked curiously: What are they doing?
Buster grabbed them by the back of their collar and carried them away: Never mind them, they're just a bunch of chuunibyou.
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Tomorrow I'll write about a new dress and a little bit of (??? ???) the daily life of a soon-to-be couple.
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