Be crowned king

Chapter 0010: Unexpected windfall

Arovia returned to the slums. He was full of smugness. The once unapproachable Count Cavour had become a pariah, even lower than the untouchables. He hated the rich, whether their wealth was acquired by honest means or not, and he hated anyone richer than himself.

He sat in his ramshackle hut and ate boiled beans. Damn, I hate this stuff. It won't be long before I don't have to eat this disgusting stuff anymore,' he thought about his bright future, spilling beans all over the table.

There was a knock at the door. If someone wanted to enter, they could just barge into this room, which couldn't even protect itself from the elements, without asking permission.

But the person at the door still knocked in a gentlemanly fashion. It was basic etiquette, a good character trait cultivated since childhood. He was not in the habit of entering other people's rooms without permission.

Looking through the dilapidated door, he saw the person outside. It was a charming face. Many young girls could not wait to run up and kiss that face when they saw it, but Alovea was resentful. He hated all men who were richer than him and also looked so good. They were the objects of his jealousy.

Without opening the door, Alovea was now too lazy to see anyone. He thought about getting used to the feeling of being superior. It seemed to him that these rich people could not even lower their heads to look at the road, and they always walked with their chests puffed out.

The man at the door wore a dinner jacket and looked at Alovea in the room. He let out a strange laugh and took a bundle of money out of his pocket and shook it.

It seems that the Alovea we have in mind is not a person who likes money. Too bad, I must move on to my next target. The man at the door turned and started to leave.

Aloea saw the thick pile of money and had already shed his arrogance. He stood up quickly, opened the door and humbly said, 'See, you said it, nobody hates money. Come in, my distinguished guest.

As the man entered, Alovea quickly wiped the slightly dirty stool with his sleeve, and the man sat down before placing the thick bundle of money on the table in front of Alovea.

Now this money is yours, lucky Alovea, this must be the will of the gods.

Alovea couldn't believe it. Someone had just come in and given him a bundle of money. It looked like ten thousand Caesar, a sum he had never seen before.

Oh my God, I must be dreaming. This must be a dream.

The man laughed. 'No, Alovaea, it's all real. You're a lucky man.

Arovia slapped himself hard, and it hurt a little. It was all true, and he still couldn't quite believe it. 'You mean... all this money is mine?

'Yes, it's all yours.' The man threw the bag he was carrying onto the table and more money was revealed. 'If you want this money, you have to do something.

Arrowea picked up the wad of money excitedly and was already babbling excitedly. As long as I don't die, I'm willing to do your bidding.

Good, you must find two good companions and go to the tower 30 li outside of town to find something for me, and all this money will be yours.

Find something, Arrowea is already dizzy.

It's that simple?

'It's that simple,' the man was sure.

'Deal. Alovea picked up the money bag.

Alovea got the exact location of the tower and immediately called two companions. He paid only one hundred Caesar for these two companions, but the two poor men were already very satisfied.

In the middle of the night, the three arrived at the site. In the still night, the pale moonlight shrouded the earth as if it were covered in a layer of silver frost. The reflection of the dilapidated tower in the distance was eerie.

Hey, Alovea, you said someone paid 300 Caesars for us to come here and find something for him, but why didn't he come and find it himself and waste 300 Caesars for nothing?

Someone was getting suspicious.

Arowaeya was full of thoughts about Caesar's bag. He had counted them and there were a hundred thousand Caesars. The huge amount made him feel the need to take risks. On the way he had also thought that it could be a murder weapon, evidence or a corpse, the enemy of the man who had killed him.

The man had killed his enemy for some reason and then dumped the body there. It could also be the murder weapon. Only something like that would be worth so much money, and he was willing to do anything for 100,000 caesars, even the risk of being framed as the murderer.

If the murder weapon or the body were found in time, he might even be able to blackmail the man for a huge sum of money. Of course, he would never tell his two companions.

If you don't want to do it, I can give the Caesar to someone else.

The man would never give up the hundred Caesars. No, no, dear Alovea, that's not what I meant.

'Fine, then shut up.

The three entered the tower, went to the top floor, pushed open the door and saw the inside of the tower, with countless strange things and a large pot of a bubbling, viscous liquid.

At that moment, a figure appeared slowly, like a ghost, and stood in front of them. Look, Count Carfax has kept his promise.

Alovya was almost overcome with fear when she saw the ghostly figure and its ugly face.

Come, be my test subject,' Capuzzo said, holding out his hand. The three men's hearts jumped out of their chests and floated onto the table. The three bodies automatically walked to the cauldron and climbed into it, the boiling liquid becoming even more agitated.

***

The city officials were imprisoned, waiting for someone from above to confirm their crimes. Naturally, those government officials who had been persecuted were reinstated, and Foster was one of them.

He was also promoted for reporting on the dirty dealings here and became a mid-level official in the city. When Downing sent the personal letter from Count Carfoss and the whistleblowing letter, he used Foster's name.

Foster was still a little dazed as he emerged from the government building. It had all happened so quickly. Not only had he got his job back, he had been promoted. As he heard the prosecutor from Blott City thank him for his report, he knew full well that Downing had done it.

He had once thought that if he worked hard, God would look after the little man and make him great. He would be content as a middle-ranking official in the city. He thought it would take 20 years, but then he lost his job. He was desperate and resentful and even planned to become a monster and erase his good nature and take revenge on those who took his job, as Downing had suggested.

It all happened so quickly. Foster was so excited that he wanted to tell someone the good news, and the only people he could think of were Alice and Downing.

He rushed over to Downing's temporary home. Mr Downing, did you know I've been promoted, God bless you.

Downing was not surprised. He felt that the only good person in this town was this little government clerk. His humanity made Downing feel there was no need to destroy him, so he used Foster's name to report it.

That's a good thing, and it deserves a drink," Downing said. "My treat.

No, Mr Downing, I think it should be my treat," said Foster, overjoyed.

Downing did not refuse, for he knew that a real storm was coming, and first he must have a drink with the only decent person in town and enjoy a moment of peace.

He called Alice and the three of them went to the tavern, ordered a bottle of rum and sat down together.

Downing frowned when he saw Foster paying court to Alice.

Late that night, after leaving the tavern and seeing Alice off, Foster looked forward to a good life. I already have a job I'm proud of, and I want to marry Alice. You'll bless us for sure, won't you?

He was a little drunk and his tongue twisted as he said, 'Mr Downing, thank you for everything you have done for me. My wedding must not be without you, you are my benefactor.

Downing looked into the darkness in the distance, where the approaching footsteps were getting closer. The storm had finally begun. Foster, I don't think this is the time to talk about this. What you're about to see may be unforgettable, so I suggest you close your eyes.

Foster didn't understand the meaning of these words. There were no pedestrians on the street late at night, and the person approaching made one shiver, for under the wide robe one could see that the person's feet had no flesh, only bone.

The man, wearing a large black robe, looked up. The darkness was so complete that even the moonlight paled in comparison. Foster could see the man's face clearly: it was a skull, with glowing eyes that seemed to pierce his heart, leaving him unable to move or even open his lips.

He was not leaving. What on earth was that? Foster thought with a terrified look on his face.

Downing looked at that terrifying face, but his heart was calm. Compared to this face, there were many more terrifying faces in the cursed land of Kaishida, and he was used to them.

There was silence all around, and the windows that had originally been lit by oil lamps had lost their light and fallen into darkness.

A low-level necromancer, is that all Kaful can do? I'm really disappointed,' Downing said, raising his palm to reveal a dark purple ball of light.

A phantom figure on the necromancer's body leapt out and pounced on Downing like a ghost.

The dark purple ball of light in Downing's hand exploded, and a darkness even darker than before emerged. Everything lost its lustre, the moon in the sky was obscured by dark clouds, and the phantom figure merged with the real darkness and disappeared.

The light in the skeleton's eyes under the black linen robe gradually faded as well. His eyes showed fear, and his body swayed backwards, a whimpering sound coming from his mouth, the sound of fear.

In the name of the darkness, judge the darkness and let the true darkness devour everything. The powerful black aura emanating from Downing's body engulfed the Necromancer before him like a burst dam.