Be crowned king

Chapter 0007: Letter of complaint

Very soon, Foster came knocking again.

‘Mr. Downing, those damned pariahs have found out. They dug up the ground and there is no gold at all. It won't be long before this rumour is exposed, and the Sheriff's Department can arrest me.’

Test was very panicked. Once the rumour was exposed, he would become a mouse that everyone in the town would chase. He would rather die than live. He already had nothing and no hope, but recently he suddenly had a care again.

It was a coincidence. While spreading rumours, he met a p********e named Alice, with blonde hair, fair skin and a charming accent. In the room of that brothel, he spread rumours to this p********e while telling the other person about his misfortune. The p********e Alice comforted him and he got some warmth.

Since then, he has frequented the brothel, spreading gossip while taking advantage of the opportunity to have a little intimacy with the courtesan named Alice. He has found that he likes the feeling, and has been going more and more often lately. Gossip has spread, and he no longer needs to spread it, so he can spend more time in Alice's bed each time he goes, resting his head in her arms like a baby.

If he became a pariah, he would lose the opportunity to meet his beloved. Although Alice was just a lowly courtesan, he didn't care.

Downing took out the personal letter from Count Carver. ‘My good assistant, I don't think we're spreading rumours this time. With Count Carver's personal letter, we already have enough leverage, don't worry.’

Seeing the handwritten letter from Count Carver, the great benefactor who was now an idol was completely gone, and Foster let out a heavy sigh. ‘So what should we do next, spread some new rumours?’

Downing sealed the letter in an envelope and walked out of the hotel. He had to deliver the letter to the higher-level court prosecutor. Destroying Carver's good reputation built up over the years was just the first step. As long as the vermin around him, including the town mayor, the chief of police, and the prosecutor, all fell, then dealing with the already notorious Carver would be a breeze.

It was clear that this letter was enough to bring down those vermin. Upon receiving the news that Downing had left the inn and left town, the mayor and a group of people including Superintendent Tamber and the prosecutor let out a sigh of relief.

‘Count Carver, he just wants half the harvest. Perhaps we will benefit from this family from afar in the future.’

The mayor, his face flushed with excitement, held a glass of red wine in his hand, and Commissioner Tamber was already a little drunk. ‘I want to pay half the harvest to get on this line, and our business can definitely continue to expand, even to the city of Blot, where there are more opportunities than in this damn town.’

Carver also thought it was a good idea, and in the future, his reputation would not be limited to Shining Gold. However, the family crest still made him feel a little uneasy. But that incident was over, and everything had been done very cleanly, so maybe he was just being paranoid.

As the prosecutor of Blot City, Totti's nightlife was extremely boring. A stack of heavy official documents was piled on the desk, and his head was a little sore.

‘These damned criminals, can't they just leave me alone for a moment, even if it's just for a little while, so that an old guy like me, who is about to retire, can get some rest?’

Toti moved his old bones, which were about to fall apart, cursed, and opened an official document, while his stomach made a timely protest with a grumbling sound.

‘It would be wonderful to have a delicious sandwich at this time,’

he sighed, but the government has clear regulations that no food is allowed in the office. After thirty years of hard work, he has never made any mistakes, even these small ones, and is not allowed to.

But the protest from his stomach was getting louder and louder, and his mind started to work. ‘At my age, I'm about to retire, and even if I break the rules once in a while, it won't cause much of a problem.’

‘Look, old chap, you've served the government for so many years, and you've forgotten to eat because of all the hard work. Hunger can lower your blood sugar and cause life-threatening conditions. The government definitely doesn't want to lose a dedicated public servant for this reason. It's a small mistake, a reasonable small mistake, and you're about to retire, so no one will care.’

He convinced himself, got up and walked unsteadily out into the somewhat dimly lit corridor, onto the street under the night sky. Young men and women were making declarations of love in some of the corners and then kissing. How wonderful. This was all thanks to Totti, who had sent the criminals to prison and made the night-time city of Brotterode as peaceful as a sanctuary, free from crime.

He walked up to a shop window. ‘A sandwich and a cup of coffee, please.’ Totti put his hands in his coat pockets and turned up the collar to hide his face from prying eyes. He didn't want the whole city to know that the hard-working prosecutor had put down his work and sneaked out at night to spend money.

The shop assistant handed him the sandwich and coffee. ‘Here you are, sir.’

Toti reached into his pockets and rummaged a few times. He had forgotten his wallet. Looking at the vendor in the shop window, his face turned red. ‘Sir, can I pay you later? I think I forgot my wallet.’

The vendor took back the sandwich and coffee and laughed mockingly. ’Mr. Beggar, your attempt to eat and drink for free is so poorly executed that it's laughable. Go away, or I'll kick your head in.’

It was a great insult for the prosecutor of the city of Brot to be treated like a beggar. Totti wanted to defend himself, but he couldn't come up with a single penny. At this time, only money was the most powerful argument. He wanted the vendor to apologize for his insolent words just now. Totti valued his reputation very much, and even if the vendor didn't know that the person in front of him was him, he still wouldn't allow it.

A hand reached out and placed a Caesar in front of the window. ‘Please apologize to my friend. He just forgot to bring his wallet.’

The vendor was dumbfounded. Totti felt that the hand was like the hand of God, rescuing him from his predicament. He looked at the person who had extended a helping hand, excitedly. He was wearing a suit and a dark bowler hat. The face was hidden under the hat and could not be seen. He could not hold back his gratitude and held out his hand. ‘Thank you for your generosity.’

Downing pulled the brim of his hat down and nodded slightly. ’It was nothing.’

The vendor's mocking expression had changed drastically, and after an earnest apology, he handed over the sandwich and coffee, with Totti chasing after the kind man, who had already taken a few steps in the meantime. ‘Sir, I think I should know your name. Wait here for a moment, and I will get the money for you.’

‘I have no interest in wasting my time over a small amount of money, and are you sure you have the money to repay me? Due to my family's family motto, I will give every person in urgent need a small amount of money to solve their problems, but I don't expect them to be able to repay me.’ Downing wanted to leave.

Totti stopped the kind person. ’Sir, I am not the kind of person you are talking about. If you treat me as an ungrateful person who does not know how to repay kindness, then please take back the sandwich and coffee. I will not accept your kindness.’

Downing stopped, his expression a little helpless, and handed over a letter. ‘Okay, sir, I can give you my information. I have something very important to do. If you want to pay me back, just send it to me according to the information on the envelope.’

After accepting the envelope, he watched the young man leave. Totti returned to his office, bit into his sandwich, and opened the envelope. He couldn't wait to see what kind of family would raise such a fine young man. When he saw the contents of the envelope, he almost choked. It wasn't a name or address, but a letter of complaint.

He hurried out of the office and onto the street, but the figure had already disappeared. Shocked, he returned to the office, and Totti no longer felt hungry.

‘This case will be the perfect gift for my retirement,’ he thought. His law enforcement career would be marked by another glorious record.

In order to give the young man, who was about to become the first prosecutor, some practice, before retiring, he handed over to the old prosecutor all the petty cases, while the important ones were given to the young prosecutor who was about to take his place. This made him a little resentful, but at the moment he regained the feeling he had when he first took office.

‘The majesty of the law must not be violated,’ thought Totti, his gaze fixed on the scales on the table, sharp as a hunting eagle.

he thought to himself. ‘Could it be that the young man is an emissary from God, here to punish the sins of the world?’

A few days later, Downing returned, and things had gone even better than he had imagined. The retiring prosecutor had been a delight to work with. Before he had even returned, important people from Blott had arrived in town: the sheriff, the mayor, and the attorney general, all of whom had been arrested.

The government servants talked about the day the town's dignitaries had been arrested.

The police chief, Tambor, was sitting in his comfortable office chair as usual, sipping an espresso and reading an outdated newspaper delivered from the city of Blot. He was thinking about how much he would get for the big deal.

The secretary opened the door, looking flustered. ‘Mr. Chief, someone is here to see you.’

Two young men followed him in and interrupted the secretary. ‘Mr Tambo, in the name of the law, I declare you under arrest,’ said one of the young men, placing an arrest warrant on Tambo's desk.

Tambo didn't understand what was going on, but he needed to assert his authority and dignity as a law enforcement officer. ‘Get out, I am the law enforcement officer, damn it, Ferdinand, I said no one is allowed to set foot in my office without my order, you are dismissed,’ he said angrily.

Ferdinand, Tamble's secretary, stood trembling in the doorway and said, ‘Mr Director, they are law enforcement officers from the city of Blot. I have no right to interfere.’

Tamble's coffee cup in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound. He froze for a moment, his anger instantly disappearing without a trace. With a fluke, that thing would never be leaked. He wiped the coffee spilled on his leg, forced a smile, and was humble like a different person. ‘So you're a colleague. I think you've made a mistake. I'm the sheriff here, not a criminal.’

The law enforcement officer from the city of Blot had a cold face. ‘I don't think we've made a mistake. I'm quite sure the person we want to arrest is Tambor, the sheriff of Shanjin.’

Tambor's law enforcement career came to an end as he was escorted out of the office. He would become a prisoner, but he would not give up. He struggled and yelled frantically, his voice echoing through the Sheriff's Department.

‘You can't arrest me. According to procedure, you need to notify the local government before you can. Let me go, damn it, I'll sue you for a***e of power.’

The constables, who had once been subservient to him, looked at their former boss like they were watching a monkey.

When he was finally taken to the jail, he stopped screaming. He saw the mayor and the town prosecutor, who were also being held in the jail. None of the officials had been spared, and his only remaining hope had been dashed.

It was all over. Everything was finished.