Bronya slowly picked up a list and said softly:
"Hmm, more than twenty nobles… and here we only happened to catch three?"
Zeig stood up from his seat:
"Actually, actually, it's just a few… I wrote too many! Haha, let me erase a few, okay?!"
"No can do."
Seeing Zeig try to snatch the list, Bronya quickly hid it behind her back and said softly:
"There's a backup anyway. Even if you tear it up, there's still one. The money the nobles bribed with is ill-gotten gains to begin with. An executive officer must distinguish right from wrong."
"Ugh, come on, Your Excellency, do you know what voluntary giving is? Besides, I didn't even help them! Look, if I hadn't sold them out, how could you have caught them?"
"Oh, then… no deduction it is."
"?"
Zeig widened his eyes at Bronya:
"So this matter is up to you to decide?"
Bronya nodded as if it were obvious:
"Yes, actually… what you say counts too."
"…"
March 7th lay sprawled on the table, pouting:
"What the heck, so isn't this just him judging himself?"
"It can indeed be done that way… because Mother doesn't really care much about this, so things are kept rather casual."
March 7th couldn't help but ask again:
"If even Cocolia doesn't care, then what does she care about?"
"As for Mother, what she cares about most is how many nobles are scheming behind the scenes." Bronya pursed her lips.
The museum had only opened yesterday—its very first day—and already so many people were thinking of bribing Zeig.
The ones on the list were just hot-headed fools; one could even call them cannon fodder.
Those with real big plans were still watching from the sidelines, wanting to see how these cannon fodder would ultimately be dealt with.
If Zeig chose to shield those cannon fodder and go along with them, that would be ideal—they'd observe a few more days before sending their real people to test the waters.
Alternatively, if Zeig acted as he was now—not only refusing to shield them but even reporting them—and if those cannon fodder didn't receive severe punishment, then the real observers would take other actions afterward.
Although Zeig took money without doing the work.
But he also didn't flip out in person, didn't personally arrest anyone, didn't personally handle affairs!
At this moment.
The entire hotel lobby became extremely quiet; all the guests had been evacuated.
After the Silvermane Guards escorted the three nobles away, the only ones speaking here were Bronya and the two current legends.
One of the pink-haired ones spoke up:
"So, um, if I also went to run the museum, could I get half of Zeig's share?"
"?"
As soon as these words came out, they immediately caused an uproar.
The other black-haired one spoke in an unfriendly tone:
"As the saying goes, even rabbits don't eat the grass near their burrow. How could you even snatch your buddy's money? Do you have no morals, no bottom line?!"
The pink-haired one put her hands on her hips and loudly retorted:
"You talk as if you're so loyal. Back at the space station, that Leonard could've asked Dan Heng for help, right? But because the reward was too small and you didn't want to split it with Dan Heng, you forced yourself to go solo. I remember it clearly."
"So what if I did? Although I don't know computers, I wasn't the MVP in that incident either. But my settlement score wasn't lower than Leonard's."
While the two legendary figures were arguing, a white-bearded Santa Claus, draped in snow-white robes and holding a broom, slowly walked over to the two of them.
This person was none other than Dan Heng, completely covered in white. Dragging the broom, he interrupted:
"In that case, please let me join too."
"?" "?" Both legends glanced at this newly unlocked character and furrowed their brows.
March 7th asked in confusion:
"This Santa's voice sounds so familiar?"
Zeig also pointed at him:
"Hey, he's shedding feathers! They're all over the floor."
Dan Heng said calmly:
"These are the feather fluffs you guys kicked up while fighting. I've already cleaned them up."
Hearing this, both the pink-haired and black-haired ones fell silent.
A new legend—the Great Love Envoy—was born at this moment.
Bronya stood to the side and couldn't help asking:
"Um, Mr. Dan Heng… why would you help them clean up? You were clearly a victim too. Is this because of team spirit?"
The instant March 7th and Zeig showed surprised expressions, Dan Heng answered decisively:
"Unfortunately, no. Because at that time, the only one left from the train crew in Qlipoth Fort was me. So now, I want to join this operation, take a share of my teammates' assets, and get a tiny bit of compensation."
March 7th immediately widened her pink-blue eyes and shouted:
"Wow, so that's the kind of mindset you had! I almost got moved just now!"
Dan Heng remained completely calm inside. After blowing away the fluff that landed on his nose, he said:
"Since we've returned to Belobog and caused them so much trouble, I won't take that money. I'll donate it to the museum again."
Zeig finally understood.
He immediately gritted his teeth and said:
"Fine, you don't want the money—you just want to take an extra share so our rewards get reduced, right?!"
March 7th said sternly:
"Revenge—this is definitely revenge! It's just cleaning a room, I could do it too!"
"…" Dan Heng was silent for a moment, then walked in front of March 7th and started patting the white fluff off her.
Pat pat pat—
A large cloud of white fluff immediately flew up from Dan Heng's body, drifting freely in the air.
Among them, March 7th—who was closest to Dan Heng—had fluff stuck all over her hair, face, and clothes.
She immediately cried out:
"Aaaahhh—!! Dan Heng, what are you doing? I finally managed to pick off all the fluff that stuck to my clothes before!!"
She looked heartbroken at her clothes and bit her lip tightly:
"How could you bear to do this to me? Have you already sunk to the same level as Zeig?!"
Zeig said disdainfully:
"Come on, the two of us were at the center of the battlefield back then—your clothes already had fluff on them. What are you whining about now?"
Dan Heng said gravely:
"Compared to you two, I'm far inferior."
In the lobby of Goethe Grand Hotel.
Feather fluffs flew everywhere.
More or less, every Silvermane Guard present had some stuck to them.
Even a strand landed on the tip of Bronya's delicate nose.
"…"
Although Dan Heng wouldn't directly trade blows with the other two, his presence made the atmosphere even more tense.
That room in Qlipoth Fort had been full of fluff and feathers—they stuck to the quilts, pillows, walls, cabinets, and ceiling, making cleanup a real headache to begin with.
Not to mention the sheer amount.
It had even overflowed from the room into the corridor!
Having completed this ordeal, Dan Heng now declared his intent to take a share of the two's rewards.
Bronya pursed her lips and suggested:
"If everyone wants to participate, how about we each take on different tasks? Of course, the rewards would also be split into three."
"No way—I refuse in my capacity as executive officer!" Zeig raised his hand.
"Refusal invalid." Bronya said softly.
"Why? Didn't you say earlier that what I say counts? Aren't we on the same level?" Zeig widened his eyes.
Bronya gently shook her head, her silver hair swaying:
"That was in the context of dealing with nobles. Now it's about distributing the museum's benefits. You're not a Belobog native, so naturally it doesn't apply."
"I propose kicking Dan Heng out—he doesn't even want the money; he's just here to cause trouble!" March 7th raised her hand.
"Proposal not accepted. He's voluntarily turning it over to the public. From Belobog's perspective, of course I stand with Mr. Dan Heng."
"Dan Heng, you really know how to screw people over without benefiting yourself. I've remembered you!" Zeig shouted.
"I've remembered you too!" March 7th gritted her pearly teeth.
"Hmm… whatever."
…