Chapter 0223-Shut Up Evil Dragon I Don’t Want to Have Kids With You Anymore

The dragonflame gathered in Loseweather’s hands and burned the photographs in no time, not even crumbs were left.

Ahh!

A huge stone in Los Vespers’ heart finally fell to the ground.

The feeling of erasing one’s own black history with one’s own hands, how can one say “cool”?

However, Loseweather secretly kept a picture of Leon and her together.

In this group photo, Loseweather and Leon aren’t close enough together that she can crop her face off separately afterward, leaving only Leon and a Miss Bunny of unknown status.

That way, later on, when Leon gets up to something bad in this area again, Loseweather can fight back and say that you don’t want your love of black silk bunnies to be known either, do you?

And at that moment, Leon opened the envelope and took out the letterhead in it.

Loseweather sat in her chair, and although she couldn’t see what was written in the letter, judging by the mere sheet of paper, there shouldn’t be much on it.

But I guess with that mysterious old man’s character, he probably wouldn’t be able to write anything sensational and long.

It would be enough to briefly indicate Tag’s own situation.

Without prodding, Los Vesper waited quietly for Leon to finish the letter.

She looked into Leon’s eyes, only to realize that his pupils never moved and were always staring at a certain spot on the letterhead.

Lossweather frowned slightly, had Tag written some hint that he couldn’t read anymore?

Or …… something else?

Thinking about it, Losweather asked, “What did your master, say? Mind if I take a look?”

Leon pursed his lips, snapped the letter onto the table, and pushed it toward Los Vespers.

Lossweather took the letterhead and looked at it with downcast eyes.

Then, she too froze.

No wonder Leon’s eyes hadn’t moved a moment ago, staring only at one part of the letterhead.

Because there is only one sentence on this letter …….

No, “one sentence” is a bit of an overstatement for the number of words in this letter, it should be …… “three words” to be exact – –

“Boy, donkey good, don’t miss it.”

Nope.

Lossweather had just thought that the mysterious old man wouldn’t be too melodramatic, so the letter shouldn’t be much longer.

But she hadn’t really guessed, not only was it not long, it was very streamlined.

And just about a third of that short to wordy content was written about his family’s donkey.

What is this?

Is that a code word between your master and disciple?

Loseweather blinked, putting down the letter and looking up at Leon.

The couple looked at each other for a short while before Loseweather asked, “In such a chic style, I trust you can ascertain the authenticity of this letter.”

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