People on the square were greeting each other. Soon, Caffo was led by the waiter to the most prominent position on the square.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it's a great honor that you can come to this grand event. Caffo sends his sincerest greetings and blessings to you all. However, I think none of us are the protagonists today. The real protagonists are those poor people from the slums. They are the most qualified to talk about this matter."
Under the public gaze, a representative from the slums was led out of the government building by the waiter and onto the stage. The poor representative bowed respectfully to Caffo, the count.
"Kind God has sent you to the world to bestow blessings upon us. Thank you for your generosity. I think all the residents who will live in big houses will be grateful to you for this. Besides, I don't know what else to say to express my excitement at this moment."
Looking at the overjoyed poor people, the nobles in the audience applauded one after another. Suddenly, someone in the crowd stood up and shouted, "Mr. Caffo, I heard that there is a gold mine underground in the slums. What do you think about this?"
The crowd fell silent, and everyone looked in the direction where the voice came from. It was a young man carrying an exquisite suitcase, and people began to whisper.
Caffo's face turned ugly as he stared at the strange young man in the audience.
Foster also wanted to see who it was, but when he saw it was Donning beside him, he panicked and whispered a reminder. "Mr. Donning, you can't say such a thing. It will be the death of me."
Donning walked from the crowd to the front of the stage, looking up with great interest, waiting for an answer.
"Damn it, where did this kid come from?" Caffo murmured in his heart, his expression regaining composure. "Sir, are you joking with me?"
Donning placed his right hand on his chest and bowed. "Mr. Caffo, I think my tone is sincere enough."
Count Caffo straightened his collar and glanced at the noisy crowd. "It's baseless. If there were a huge gold mine in the slums of Flash Gold Town, I would distribute it to the poor people who own the land there."
"What a perfect answer." Donning stepped back.
The banquet continued. Due to a slight discomfort, Count Caffo, the town mayor, and the chief of the police department took their leave early.
"Tambor, I think your security work is really disappointing. It almost ruined our great plan." Caffo's face was like a burnt steak as he shouted hysterically. "Mr. Mayor, if you want to be re - elected next time, you'd better make sure this matter has a happy ending. Otherwise, I won't use my gold coins to support a stupid ally."
The count's political donations were undoubtedly the biggest help for the town mayor to be re - elected. If he lost Caffo, everything would become uncertain.
"Don't worry, sir. This matter will surely be given a satisfactory explanation." The mayor said, looking at Chief Tambor.
Tambor's expression was like a devil at this moment. "I'll make him disappear from the banquet right away, Mr. Caffo. Don't worry."
Caffo had a headache and roared angrily. "Fool, I'm a great philanthropist, not a dictator who can't tolerate others. Because of one question, if you arrest him in front of so many people, do you want to ruin me?"
Tambor looked embarrassed, and the mayor quickly smoothed things over. "Mr. Caffo, we will handle this matter well and won't damage your reputation at all. Please rest assured."
When the banquet ended, Foster outside the door was dejected, his face full of despair, and he looked at Donning with hatred.
"You are the devil. You made me lose my job, my only job. Damn it." Foster shouted, like a kitten turning into a lion.
He grabbed Donning's collar with both hands. "I swear, I will make you pay for this."
Donning pushed Foster's hands away and gestured. "Mr. Foster, this is not like the you I know. Please get in the car. I will compensate you."
Sitting in the car, Foster thought Donning would generously take out a stack of Caesars to compensate him, but no, he didn't even seem to have any intention of opening that suitcase.
"Mr. Foster, look at you. No job, no relatives, and not even your own house. What else can you rely on next?"
Donning rubbed his hands, not feeling the slightest bit of guilt for making Foster lose his government job, with a somewhat smug expression on his face.
This orphan, who had no relatives, had worked hard to get a job to support himself and had been dedicated to it. Donning knew this very well, so he chose Foster.
Foster covered his face and cried. "I have nothing left. God is so unfair to me."
Since getting this job, he hadn't even taken a single day off, even when he had a cold or a fever. His hard work was just to get a stable life, hoping that in the future there would be a wonderful girl to form a happy family with him. But now, because of his one act of kindness, he had lost his only job.
"God?" Donning sneered. "Poor Foster, God is probably sitting on his bed. He has a lot of things to do and doesn't have time for a small fry like you. And it wasn't God who took away your job."
Foster was completely enraged by the sneer, his eyes blood - red. "Despicable playboy nobleman, you took away my job. Maybe you felt the pleasure of bullying a nobody. Are you satisfied now? I will kill you."
Donning picked up the sword on the seat. "So pitiful, but I won't show any pity or mercy. I hope your swordsmanship isn't too bad. Also, I need to correct you. It was the government staff who took away your job, not me."
Looking at the gleaming sword blade, Foster's courage just now was instantly suppressed. The cowardice in his bones as a small - time person made him give up the idea of taking action.
"You win. I'm completely ruined. Whether it was whoever took away my job, I'm a loser." Foster was like a walking corpse, having lost his soul.
Donning put down the sword and snapped his fingers. "Don't be like this, Mr. Foster. Losing this job doesn't mean you have nothing. Maybe you've got a better opportunity, to cooperate with me."
Foster was indifferent.
"Alright, since you have no fighting spirit left and don't even have the courage to take back what you've lost, then I can't help you either." Donning signaled the vehicle to stop and opened the door.
Foster looked at the muddy road. He thought that he had nothing left, not even a glimmer of hope. What was there to worry about? This worthless life was useless. He should make those who took away his job pay the price instead of hiding at home waiting for death.
"Tell me, what do you have in mind?" Foster suddenly changed his mind, his eyes turning sinister.
Donning closed the car door and took out a stack of Caesars from the suitcase. "Happy cooperation."
After parting with Foster, Donning chose the largest inn in the town to stay in. The first target of revenge was just a test opponent. Since leaving Kesseta, the first person he thought of was Count Caffo, who had taken one - thousandth of Uncle Anub'arak's property.
This once - insignificant person who only sorted out official documents for Uncle Anub'arak was the one who leaked the information, giving those who coveted Uncle Anub'arak's property an opportunity.
He had heard this story for eighteen years. Anub'arak, once a respected great banker, was extremely wealthy. But in the end, he was framed, not only in terms of property but also his reputation was ruined. From a great banker, he became a despised black - gold merchant, cursed by the world, deprived of everything, and finally could only hide in the cursed land of Kesseta, a hell forsaken by the gods, with the remaining ninety - eight villains. Even so, he still kept his clothes neat, and his blood carried the secrets of money.
Moreover, Donning didn't plan to use the law to seek justice for Uncle Anub'arak. If the old - fashioned law could uphold justice, Uncle Anub'arak wouldn't have been exiled to Kesseta back then. He would retaliate in kind, judge the darkness with darkness.
As for why he chose Foster, Donning had very thorough considerations.
Foster was a pitiful person, an orphan, with no relatives and not even anyone who cared about him. This precious job was his only hope. As long as his job was taken away, losing his only hope, this pitiful and cowardly small - time person would become as fierce as a devil. Donning chose Foster to be his helper in the plan. So far, his plan seemed foolproof because he needed a government employee to willingly spread rumors for him.
There was an urgent knock on the door. Donning opened the door of the inn room.
"May I ask what you want?" Looking at the two people at the door, Donning became a little more vigilant.
These two people were wearing cheap suits with their ties neatly tied. A tall and thin man took off his hat and placed it on his chest as he bowed. "Sir, sorry to bother you. We are plain - clothes constables from the police department."
What was bound to come had finally arrived. Donning made way for the door. "I don't think I've done anything wrong. At Count Caffo's banquet, I hope my words didn't cause him any trouble, not even to the extent that this great philanthropist would send plain - clothes constables from the police department to arrest me."
The two plain - clothes constables entered the room. The tall and thin constable took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep puff. "I think you've misunderstood. Our visit has nothing to do with that matter. We are just routinely checking the outsiders in the town. You know, the town's security can't be slack. It's our duty."
"Of course." Donning signaled that the two could search as they liked.
The two constables searched every corner of the room. The tall and thin plain - clothes constable stretched out his hand. "Please show something to prove your identity."
Donning took out a family crest representing his identity. "I'm glad to cooperate with you two."
The identity crests owned only by those from noble families were undoubtedly the best proof. The pattern on Donning's family crest was three sharp sword blades.
The crest was made of pure gold, and ordinary people couldn't possess it unless they were from those great noble families. After seeing the crest, the two plain - clothes constables were sure that this big shot was not someone they could afford to offend casually.
"Thank you for your cooperation. Have a nice day." After handing back the crest, the tall and thin constable gave a reminder. "The security in the town has always been good, but there have also been quite a few murder cases in the past. I hope you can be safe."
This statement had a somewhat threatening meaning, but Donning didn't show any sign of it. "Thank you for the reminder. I will be careful."
After the two constables left, Donning lay on the bed and stretched comfortably. "Count Caffo, hope you won't be too surprised when you know the pattern of the crest."