The light rain in the early morning was so annoying. The muddy streets made women in their favorite dresses reluctant to go out. They stood at the door, hesitating uneasily.
The grocery store window in Goldshire had been opened, indicating the start of a new day. The owner standing at the grocery store entrance kept complaining, "Do the big shots in Goldshire only know how to keep building tall buildings to show off their political achievements, but are not willing to spend a little money to repair this damn street?"
The door of a small tavern next to it creaked open. The owner came out and put some light oil on the wooden door's bearings while rubbing the stubble that had grown overnight. "Only those tall buildings can be seen by those arrogant officials who only look up. They never look down at the road because they sit in carriages and don't get a speck of mud on them."
The grocery store owner prayed in his heart, "Maybe only Lord Carver will give us hope. He is such a kind - hearted person."
Foster, who lived in a small wooden building on the main street of Goldshire, put on a suit made of linen, dressed meticulously, and smeared his hair full of pomade.
Others could stay at home, but he had to go out because he had to earn a living. Lying in bed wouldn't get anyone to bring bread and milk to him.
Moreover, there was a very important thing today. The great Lord Carver would come to the square in Goldshire in person to announce a piece of news that would excite the town's residents. He would invest in a grand livelihood project, enabling the poor people living in the slums to move from the slums into spacious and bright big houses, free from the trouble of malaria.
Lord Carver was the richest and most powerful noble in Goldshire, but he was not at all as arrogant as other nobles. He always compared himself to those poor people. Lowering one's status was not something every big shot could do, such as those high - and - mighty town officials.
As one of the town government employees, Foster had to be present and applaud this charity. He hoped that one day he could become a big shot like Lord Carver, so he had to work very hard.
Going out and seeing the muddy road, Foster felt a little sorry for his cheap leather shoes, which had cost him half a month's savings. But he had to go out. Biting the bullet, Foster carefully avoided the mud puddles and walked slowly.
A carriage galloped from behind. Foster couldn't dodge in time, and some mud spots got on his clean suit. This was his beloved suit. How could he go to that grand ceremony looking like this? "Hey, you've soiled my clothes!" he shouted angrily and quickened his pace to prevent the carriage from getting away, but at this time his shoes also suffered.
Seeing that the carriage was about to get away and Foster had no hope, he stopped, cursed, and bent down to scrape the mud on the shoe surface with his fingers.
But unexpectedly, the carriage stopped twenty paces away. Someone poked his head out of the window. "Sir, I'm very sorry for what happened to you."
Hearing the voice, Foster looked at the head sticking out of the window. It was a very handsome face, with an apologetic look, and his hair was combed backward, a standard gentleman's hairstyle.
Getting up and walking over, Foster spread his hands, still angry. "You've soiled my clothes. I have a very important ceremony to attend."
The gentleman apologized very sincerely. "I'm extremely sorry for my behavior. Well, please get in the carriage. I'm willing to compensate you with a brand - new suit and give you a ride along the way."
Foster didn't expect such a response and instead became a little reserved. His face flushed red. Normally, these upper - class people who could afford carriages wouldn't feel guilty about soiling a nobody's clothes.
"Thank you very much for your kindness. I was just a little excited. Except for some mud on my clothes, there's no big problem."
Foster stood aside, waiting for the carriage to leave, but the carriage didn't leave. The man inside got out, and his brightly polished long boots also got some mud on them. Under his brown coat, the white shirt was faintly visible, and a Lorimarose was embroidered on it, which was extremely eye - catching.
"Please allow me to introduce myself. I'm Donning, Donning Stewart. I'm very sorry for soiling your clothes. If you don't accept my request, I will feel guilty about this."
Donning placed his right hand on his chest and bowed to express his apology.
The carriage was luxuriously decorated with animal skins. Foster had never ridden in such a luxurious carriage and still seemed very reserved.
Donning looked at Foster, who was a little unnatural at the moment. "Sir, what are you going to do? I know it's very presumptuous to ask this, but I hope you don't mind because we have to talk about something to make the atmosphere less awkward."
Foster smiled shyly. "Mr. Donning, I'm going to attend a ceremony about the town. Lord Carver is going to build some houses for the slums. He is such a kind - hearted person."
He praised his idol without stint, and even in front of strangers, he didn't mind singing the praises of his idol.
Donning was a little excited. "I think he must be the incarnation of an angel. Such a kind - hearted person will surely be blessed and protected by God."
Foster liked it very much when his idol was so evaluated. His reserve disappeared and he began to become very enthusiastic, talking endlessly about Carver's good deeds. "Mr. Donning, are you not a local?"
Donning pointed to the sword placed on one side of the carriage. "I'm an adventure lover and just arrived here. Being able to hear such a story about a great kind - hearted person, I must write it in my travelogue."
Foster believed it without a doubt because he had no reason to deceive him. Moreover, judging from his speech and behavior, the other party was not a bad person. "In that case, I can tell you more about Lord Carver's good deeds."
"That's wonderful."
Suddenly, Donning looked a little embarrassed. "I don't know if my next request is too presumptuous, but I must say that for such a great kind - hearted person, if I can't see him in person, I think my adventure journey might be a little regretful because of this."
Lord Carver's ceremony would be attended by many government officials and nobles for observation, but it was not easy for common people to get in. Moreover, he was just a small government clerk, otherwise he would be holding clothes and briefcases for the big shots.
But Foster thought he couldn't refuse the other party's kind request. A young man who came here because of admiration wanted to meet the great kind - hearted person. This request should be satisfied as much as possible. At least Mr. Carver, the great kind - hearted person, wouldn't mind.
Thinking so, Foster nodded.
He bought a clean suit. The value of this suit was as much as thirty Caesars. Compared with the suit he had taken off, which was only worth three Caesars, Foster thought he had got a great bargain. So if he couldn't let this enthusiastic young man meet Mr. Carver, he would feel it was his fault.
The magnificent Baroque building was solemn and majestic. A huge statue of the king stood at the entrance. Every part of the building was very precise because it represented the law enforcers. This was the second - most important building in the town after the church and was also the government office. The church was above the law enforcers. This was an iron - clad rule that no one dared to violate because the king was also appointed by the pope in person.
In front of the huge and solemn building was a huge square. The square was paved with marble by countless craftsmen. This was also one of Carver's big - hand projects.
The mayor's sexy little mustache trembled with his lips. There were also countless big shots, the town's first prosecutor, the chief of the police department, the priest of the church, and the most dazzling protagonist, the kind - hearted old man Carver in a suit. They all held wine glasses and were familiar with each other, talking about the upcoming big event.
A police officer standing in the corner saluted in the direction of the chief and then nodded. The chief waved his hand and walked to Carver.
"Lord, everything has been arranged. Later, you can give your speech to your heart's content. It's absolutely foolproof. By then, people will loudly praise your good deeds, and you will gain unprecedented fame."
Carver's face was flushed. As the most famous noble in Goldshire, he enjoyed very much when the residents called him the noble angel, the messenger sent by God to save mortals. Although his original wealth was not obtained very honorably. He brought down a big banker named Anub'arak for some big shots and finally got one - thousandth of that big banker's property. He changed from a small bank clerk to the wealthy man he was today.
With the obtained wealth, he moved to this place called Goldshire. He also used some dishonorable means to increase his wealth and also earned a good reputation. This was the thing he was most proud of. This time, his wealth would increase further because of the slum area.
"Tamber, my sincere and friendly friend, thank you for your help. Let's drink to this cause." Carver raised his glass and clinked glasses with Tamber, the chief of the police department.
Foster stood at the entrance, explaining to the police officer maintaining order. "This Mr. Donning is my friend. He heard about Lord Carver's good deeds and wants to see Lord Carver in person. It would be great if you could agree."
The young police officer looked at Donning and sneered contemptuously. "Only upper - class people can enter here. Unless you can prove that your friend is not a vulgar thief, otherwise if the precious items of the nobles are lost, I think you, a small government clerk, can't bear this responsibility."
Foster's face flushed red. Losing face in front of Donning made him feel very embarrassed. He still wanted to explain to the police officer. Donning opened the small box he was carrying casually, took out a one - hundred - Caesar banknote.
"Sir, I think you've misunderstood. I come from the Stewart family in Brote City. This is a small gift for you. Please accept it. I'm an adventure lover. Being able to meet Mr. Carver will be an important part of my adventure journey. Please be accommodating."
Brote City was a large city five hundred miles away, not comparable to Goldshire.
The young police officer saw stacks of neatly arranged banknotes in the small box, which was inlaid with several gems and was very exquisite. That was not something a thief or a nobody could have. A one - hundred - Caesar small gift was also only something those generous noble sons could afford. Obviously, the identity of this noble son was beyond doubt. Although he didn't know at all whether there was really such a Stewart family in Brote City, and most of those rich noble sons liked some adventure journeys.
His attitude immediately became very respectful. "Dear Mr. Donning, with your identity, of course, you can participate in this grand event. Please come in quickly."
Donning entered the government hall. Foster followed behind, looking a little surprised. He also didn't expect that this adventurer would be a noble son of the upper class. He had once been so generous as to buy him a suit worth thirty Caesars. He thought he was just a young vagabond with a little savings.
"Mr. Donning, look, that's Mr. Carver. The one with him is Mr. Tamber, the chief of the Goldshire police department." Foster followed beside and hurriedly raised his hand to introduce.
Donning took a look and thought in his heart, "Uncle Anub'arak, I think you will like his end."