I! Cleaner!
Chapter 129 - 129: 0112 You're simply a natural Duke! (Two in one)_1

*This is just... outrageous! How can something so absurd happen?*

Staring at the panel with a new silver badge shining brightly, not only were all the nobles in the hospital room stunned, but Leon in the wheelchair was also caught completely off guard.

Just a few days ago, he had infiltrated the Ryan Family, not only taking out their first heir but also methodically eliminating over two hundred of their core members, single-handedly orchestrating the Ryan Blood Night that plunged the Ryan Family into Hell.

Yet, the old Duke of the Ryan Family must have lost his mind, because not even five seconds after Leon was wheeled into the hospital room, he inexplicably named Leon as the next heir, making him the biggest beneficiary of the Ryan Blood Night incident...

Mad! Isn't this a trap?

As the ultimate beneficiary and a suspect of having the Ability to orchestrate the Ryan Blood Night, if anyone in the Purification Bureau had any common sense, they'd dispatch a whole team of Investigators to thoroughly scrutinize him from top to bottom!

"Everyone, please listen to me!"

Suddenly burdened with a hot potato weighing two tons on his face, Leon tightened his brows, not feeling guilty in the least but genuinely spooked, and hurriedly refused:

"I'm not interested in this title, maybe you should consider someone else..."

"You scoundrel!"

Before Leon could finish speaking, an old man with white hair and a luxurious outfit stepped out from the crowd, glaring disdainfully and chastising:

"This is the Duke of Lionheart's title! And it was personally designated by the old Duke on his deathbed! Do you think you can dismiss it with just a word?"

*And what the hell does that have to do with you?*

As a somewhat cultured person, Leon might have watched his language if this had been any other time, but right now, he was eager to get rid of this hot potato and shed his suspicion for orchestrating the Ryan Blood Night, so he wasn't going to be polite.

"Who the hell are you?"

After delivering a response that stunned the nobility, Leon quickly examined the old man's attire, finding a teal-colored coronet with three single feathers on his chest badge.

Although cameras existed by this time, their high cost meant they weren't widespread, so recognition still often relied on documents and badges, making the Kingdom's insignia law quite stringent.

According to insignia law, all badges had to be made following strict guidelines, especially the noble coat of arms representing identity, which must include coronet, shield badge, mantling, and cassock without omission.

Among these, the most important is the coronet symbol, used to identify rank. Apart from representing the royal family's Diamond King Duke, the five ranks of duke, marquis, earl, viscount, and baron must correspondingly use the colors of gold, silver, bronze, iron, and tin.

Moreover, under the royal family's diamond coronet, there would be a Robin as the badge, and under the five ranks, corresponding single feathers were required, symbolizing the nobles as vital wings supporting the royal family.

For the highest-ranking duke, the base is five feathers, and for the lowest-ranking baron, the base is one feather. Those who inherit a title and achieve significant merit can add an additional feather as an honorary marker.

The three-feather bronze crown on the badge of the white-haired old man indicated he belonged to the third-tier Earl in the Kingdom's rank system, the kind who had inherited the title but achieved nothing significant in his life.

"Ha, with such a big mouth, I thought you were some big shot, but it turns out you're just an Earl?"

Wanting to get rid of the troublesome Duke title quickly to avoid attracting the Purification Bureau's scrutiny, Leon decided to go all out, smirking disdainfully at the white-haired old man.

With the intention of offending as many people as possible, hopefully making them work to elect someone else as Duke, Leon endured the piercing pain from his skin and rose from the wheelchair, slowly walking over to the white-haired old man in front of everyone, and forcefully poking at the three-feathered bronze crown on his chest.

"A third-tier Earl, and only with the most basic three feathers... So you're a small fry, huh?"

*Small fry? Me? A small fry?*

After hearing Leon's "fair" evaluation of him and feeling the peculiar gaze from the surrounding nobles, the white-haired old man, staggered by the poking, flushed with anger, began to roar with rage:

"You!!!"

"What you? Am I wrong?"

Fearing his attack was insufficient to shake off the cursed Duke title, Leon secretly switched his badge, equipping the Silver Level [Elite Performer], then crossed his arms and slightly tilted his head, smiling derisively:

"A third-tier Earl with three feathers... Ha, the royal family's feathers aren't worth much, don't you know?

Grovel to collect some tax, feign a disaster relief effort, or even send a lavish gift when the Princess was born, and you could have earned a feather from the royal family. You've already lived this long, and your badge still only has three feathers, how are you not a small fry?"

"I... I..."

"What I? If I were you, I'd have sliced my throat already!"

With the help of the Silver Level [Elite Performer], Leon's rather handsome face displayed genuine disdain and a cutting contempt.

"Believe me, you should just die soon."

Patting the sagging old face of the white-haired old man, Leon leaned closer and sincerely advised:

"Judging by your vigorous appearance, you could continue wasting food for another twenty or thirty years. If you hang yourself today, you might save the Kingdom a lot of money, which would count as a kind of service."

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