Chapter 129: The Spirits Aren’t Too Happy
After saying goodbye to Clint, Leon still didn’t give a serious answer to Clint’s question before leaving.
After all, if he told the truth, Leon feared Clint wouldn’t be able to take it and might sink into a funk.
So, what was the question? That had to be traced back to after Leon finished cracking open the Prismatic Geodes.
When Leon had cracked them and learned about Clint’s automatic geode-cracking machine, he didn’t rush to leave. Instead, he stayed to chat.
It was small talk—whatever came to mind. But Leon was the one doing most of the talking while Clint mostly listened. Occasionally, Clinton would say a few words, but his voluntary contributions were pitifully rare.
Perhaps realizing that his quietness might bore Leon, Clinton seized on Leon’s sharp-looking casual suit as a conversation starter, asking whether wearing a suit was convenient for farm work.
Leon replied that all his other clothes were hanging out to dry, so he had no choice but to wear something he usually wouldn’t. It wasn’t that he liked farming in a suit.
After all, Leon had friends who had been lovesick fools before—he’d seen the state they were in when they found out the goddess they adored went out for a meal with another man. So he chose a harmless lie for Clint’s sake.
Even if he told the truth—that he had worn the suit to Emily’s house, had breakfast and lunch with her, and worked side by side in the kitchen to make a sumptuous lunch—Clint might not show much reaction in front of him.