Luther felt that he would probably never forget this day for the rest of his life.
Luther, a dignified Lupo warrior, the first ever member that was recruited by Russal himself to join the Crescent Moon, was in such a state.
The man who was once known to be called "the tyrannical black wolf" was now wearing a stupid suit, holding a stupid toilet plunger, and was on his knees.
He was staring at a brown unknown object floating in the toilet.
Luther wanted to kill someone. Maybe himself if he was desperate enough.
"Just to make this sure, I was not the one that did this," Lin Ye, who was standing behind him, patted Luther on the shoulder, "The previous owner did it. They close the lid as they left the room, maybe that's why the employees here did not notice this beforehand. It's kind of smelly."
Damn it! You bastard! You monster! Can you shut up?! Can you stop talking?!
Luther roared in his heart.
Don't you know that Lupo are born with a stronger sense of smell than ordinary people? I can smell it! I can smell how bad it was! So, I beg you, stop talking!
Luther really wanted to stab the toilet plunger into Lin Ye's mouth.
Is this what I have become? A toilet cleaner?
Standing in front of the toilet, Luther thought sadly. He much rather do "room service" than this.
"Well, its up to you then," Lin Ye withdrew from the toilet, "I'll leave it to you. Good luck."
Good luck?! Good luck my ass! Do you know who I am! I am a Lupo! I am a notorious mafia member. Not a waiter who came to clear your goddamn toilet!
Luther roared in his heart.
"Okay," With much willpower he managed to let words come out from his mouth, "Leave it to me."
"Sure," Lin Ye shrugged and closed the door, "Bye then"
His teeth were about to break.
What made Luther even more furious was that, even when he sacrificed himself to let him do this, he still did not get a glimpse of the Ghost Hunter.
With how the toilet was located near to the entrance, he did not get to see the room.
Originally, he guessed that he could get the smell of the people in the room. With how strong his sense of smell was, this was no problem to him.
Normally this was a good thing. Now?
Now, he wanted to reap his nose off of his face.
His nasal was being torture by the foul smell that linger in the toilet. He could barely smell anything else than that.
He was amazed by how he hadn't fainted yet.
He was proud of himself that he could endure all of this for this long.
But, he absolutely couldn't just go back like this!
Although the plan to take away the "Ghost Hunter" with drugs seems unlikely to happen.
He, at least, had to confirm whether the "Ghost Hunter" was here, in the room or not.
As long as he could get this information Russal, there was hoped he would be fine after this.
He could just open the door and search the room. However, if he did this, his cover will be blown.
He needed to be sneaky about this. That's meant...
He must clean this damn toilet in front of him!
Luther held in his breath, then slowly leaned down.
He raised his toilet brush and stabbed right in the center of it.
At that moment, the yellow water splashed on his face and covered his whole body.
Luther felt his vision blurred amid the stench. He didn't know if it was because of the water or the tears that were about to fall.
Luther didn't know how long it had been since he was as embarrassed as today. He felt that he was no longer a noble Lupo, but just a dog.
The last time he felt this way was when he and Russal were defeated by a woman dubbed by them as the "Silver Wolf" before they left Siracusa.
That battle couldn't even be regarded as a battle at all, but a one-sided beat down.
Before that, Luther had never known that he and Russal could feel so weak. It was because of that woman they needed to leave Siracusa. They didn't dare to go back to that place to this very day.
Why am I even thinking about that? Luther shook his head.
Don't think about it so much. You won't see that woman anymore. Just take care of what's in front of you.
{Rhodes Island's Psychologist}
It took about 10 minutes for Luther to finally unclog that damn toilet.
When watching the pure water flush the brown object into the sewer, Luther felt like he had defeated an army by himself.
He immediately put down the brush and then began to wash his hands and face. Not knowing if it was an illusion or not, Luthor felt that since he had been stained with an impure smell. He couldn't wash it off no matter how he washed it.
Damn it, don't think about it!
Luther took a deep breath, knowing that now was his best chance he could get to complete his task.
He gently pushed open the door and walked out lightly. Just when he finally walked out from the toilet, a cold female voice could be heard by him.
"What are you here?"
He was startled but he realized something. The voice came from the inside of the room. He was much more vigilant now, but he did not show it.
He responded in a respectful tone, "I just have cleaned your toilet, and I want to report to the gentleman of this room."
When he was finally out of the toilet, he looked around the room, "Where is he now?" Luther tried his best to disguise himself and get to see the person.
He was finally able to see the "Ghost Hunter", who was standing by the window, leaning on the wall next to it. He was staring at him.
She is indeed an extremely beautiful woman.
This was the first thought that came into Luther's mind, then he finally looked into her eyes.
His body froze.
Luther, a mafia thug, naturally understood this. She was dangerous.
With the exception of the "Silver Wolf", he had never seen a woman so dangerous before. He even thought that she was worse than her.
So this was the infamous "Ghost Hunter".
Does she wander around the world alone?... Wait, that man is with her right?
Luther calmed down a little, and then asked, "Is that man your husband?"
Skadi gave him a simple hum as her answer, "It has nothing to do with you. You can go now. Your job is done."
"I understand, I will leave now," Luther took two steps back, and then pretended to remember something, then turned to look at Skadi, "Speaking of which, my original job was to send supper. Do you want to have some?"
"No," Skadi said lightly, "You can leave."
As expected of the Ghost Hunter, she is more vigilant than the man just now. But it doesn't matter, my goal has been achieved anyway.
Luther nodded "I understand, good night."
Then he walked out of the room and closed the door.
After leaving the room, Luther, who was standing next to the dining cart, pondered. "The Ghost Hunter is really not an easy target. She is also very cautious. If we want to use drugs to force her to subdue, she may put up a fight. It's better to just talk to Russal about this later."
Luther nodded at this and was about to leave. However a familiar voice rang behind him. "Hey, waiter, wait, wait."
Luther turned his head and saw Lin Ye coming from the other side, the flesh on his cheek couldn't help but twitch.
Lin Ye, who was able to smell on Luther's, didn't show his discomfort. He smiled at Luther thankfully.
"Sir, I have helped you clear the toilet." Luther was eager to get away from him. He did not know why but every time he was near this man , he felt …. safe?
He did not like this feeling.
"I know, thank you." Lin Ye stood in front of Luther's dining car and smiled, "Are you going to bring this down? It must be tiring of you to do that. How about this, bring all of this to room 34." Lin Ye smiled.
"Room 34?"
"The person in that room is my friend. She probably hasn't eaten enough yet. God know how big her appetite is," Lin Ye chuckled at him, "I bet she could eat all of this by herself no problem."
Asshole, you really are treating me as a waiter!
Luther was roaring inside.
"Okay, I'm going to deliver it now."
"Thank you," Lin Ye smiled. He went back inside his room.
If he was about to get away from him, at the very least he could stay in disguise.
He already cleaned the toilet. What would delivering a meal do to him? He walked past Lin Ye and went to the room near them.
He knocked on the door politely.
"Who?" A female voice came from the room.
…Why does that voice sound so familiar?
Luther was a little puzzled. Before he could think of it, the door opened.
The hairs all over his body immediately stood up when he finally realized who was standing in front of him.
Sil-Silver Wolf?!
{Rhodes Island's Psychologist}
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