Be crowned king

Chapter 0005 ：Spreading rumours

When they heard from the banquet that there was gold buried underground, the inhabitants of the city's slums went mad.

Arovia, is it true? Maybe the young man just made it up. The slum dwellers gathered around and looked in shock at the only representative of the slums who had attended the banquet.

Arovia was a little unsure. I'm sure I heard what the young man said. Count Carf denied it, but I don't think the young man would have said it without a reason.

The slum dwellers were silent, with joy and doubt on their faces. This was gold, and if gold really existed, it would be much more valuable than a big, bright house.

A spacious and light house could only be worth thousands of Caesars, but a gold mine was far more valuable. Even though the former Count Calpheus was a great philanthropist and had done many good deeds, this slim hope also made them doubt his motives.

In the face of temptation, people's trust can be shattered.

Well, before that happens, we need to get as much accurate information as possible,' they all said. They didn't want to lose the chance to move into a big, bright house, and they didn't want to lose the chance to get gold.

Arovia was at a loss. But where can we get more reliable information?

The problem was soon solved. Over the next few days, rumours began to spread around the town that there was a huge gold mine beneath the city's slums.

The instigator was Foster, who had nothing to lose. As a former government employee, his word still had some credibility, and this was Downing's plan.

In the tavern, Foster talked drunkenly to the surrounding happy drunks. Yes, when I worked for the government I saw some inside information with my own eyes. I am sure that there is indeed a huge gold mine under the slums, and I have also heard the mayor and some people talking about it.

The drunkards were idle and had nothing to do, so they were eager to hear this kind of gossip. Soon the news spread from the drunkards' mouths to other people, such as a brothel in the city.

The courtesans there heard the news from the drunkards and then told it to the customers who came to the brothel. Word spread from ten to a hundred, and the whole town was talking about it with great excitement.

Have you heard? There's a gold mine under the slums, a gold mine, that's a fortune.

Don't be ridiculous, it's just someone jealous of the Count of Carfax, the great benefactor, making it up. The Count of Carfax must have been avenged by an enemy.'

This news came from some high-ranking government officials, Count? Come on, who would be so stupid as to give away his hard-earned gold to the scum of the slums? It must be true, and Count Carver must have received the news from the government first.

Obviously, the news had been altered in the process of transmission, but it did not affect Carver's already tarnished reputation.

At that moment, Carver, sitting at home, looked very unhappy. Damn it, that must be the young man behind this. If this goes on, my good reputation will be completely ruined by these rumours.

Commissioner Tambor disagreed. Mr Carver, my men tell me that the young man is staying in the hotel and rarely goes out. And he is indeed a member of a certain family. My men have also checked his family crest, so there should be no problem.

Carfo was driven mad by the rumours and could not remain calm. You must end this mess quickly, or I will be completely ruined.

Tambor wiped his neck and waited for Count Carfo's answer.

'i***t, do you still think things are not big enough? Kill him. You said he comes from a great family, and this will cause even greater disaster. I can't afford it,'

Count Carver shouted, and Commissioner Tambor felt a little embarrassed.

So what do you think should be done? I will do as you command.

This matter must be settled as soon as possible. Count Carver was silent for a moment and then said, somewhat reluctantly, 'Bring the young man to my residence and I will have a good talk with him.

Tambor bowed respectfully. I will bring him to you, don't worry.

Count Carver could not afford to make a single mistake right now. He had to be careful or it would lead to more rumours, which would be even more detrimental to him.

No, I will invite him to my residence personally. What your security needs to do is find his accomplice. He has not gone out, so his accomplice must be spreading the rumours for him.

After Commissioner Tambor left, Count Carver fell into deep thought. What did this young man want? Did he know about the slums and was he planning to get a taste of the sweet life? If so, Count Carver was prepared to share some of the profits with others to keep the young man quiet. It was better than the present miserable situation. Sometimes you have to make sacrifices. He didn't want all his hard work over the years to go to waste.

In the small room of the inn, Downing lay on the bed.

I did what you said. I don't think it will be long before the Sheriff's Department arrests me and deals with me for spreading rumours. I'll be in jail by then.

Foster was afraid of what he had done that day, but he had no choice. Standing in the room, his face was filled with fear. Someone is already after me. I can feel it. This is not alarmist talk.

Downing got up from the bed, walked over to Foster and patted him on the shoulder. 'Foster, don't be afraid. If they really wanted to do this, you'd be in prison by now. They're not that stupid.

Foster looked suspiciously at Downing.

It was clear that the former government official with a dead brain still couldn't grasp the gravity of the situation. Downing explained, 'As the originator of the news, they will never make things difficult for you. They want you to live well. That is the only way people will doubt the authenticity of the news. If you disappear, people will be even more convinced that it must be because the news is true that you have been killed.

Foster suddenly understood. 'So I won't be in danger?

'I'm sure you've never been safer, so you can rest assured,' Downing reassured the small man who had been filled with fear. You can try to walk in public as much as possible, it will make you safer.

Foster nodded, relieved.

'By the way, what are those people from the slums doing?' Downing asked.

Foster was much calmer now when he spoke. 'They sent someone to find me and spent ten Caesars as if I was buying more accurate information. Now they've started digging. After a moment's hesitation, Foster asked cautiously, 'Is there really a gold mine under the slums?

Count Carver had once been his idol, a great benefactor. Though he'd done it out of desperation, he still couldn't quite believe that his idol was a greedy and despicable man who, in the name of charity, had taken away the gold mine that belonged to the poor.

Downing shook his head and smirked. Foster, it doesn't matter if there are gold mines under this land, but there must be something on this land that made Carver pay for hundreds of big houses. Just wait, it won't be long before he slips up.