The king was brutally killed by an old man, and with that single death, I was able to secure the loyalty of the people. I had been planning this for a long time, and the opportunity presented itself. I ordered my intelligence variant minions to bring gold from the palace, and they did so swiftly and efficiently. The gold was piled high in front of me, glimmering in the sunlight that streamed through the windows. I distributed the gold among the people, including a chest made of gold that was fit for a king.
After distributing the gold, I asked the people if they wanted to come with me to my city, or if they wanted to stay in this place. They were ready to come with me, their new king. I then ordered my intelligence variant minions to make arrangements for travel. I wanted to leave this place, and quickly.
