Alovera returned to the slums, full of complacency. Count Carver, who was once overbearing and even not to be looked at directly, had now become a rat scurrying across the street and was even worse off than them, these commoners. He hated the rich, regardless of whether their wealth was obtained through honest means. He hated everyone who was richer than him. Sitting in the dilapidated hut, eating the cooked beans, he said, "Damn it, I hate this stuff. It won't be long before I don't have to eat these disgusting things anymore." He was looking forward to a better future and knocked over the beans on the table.
There was a "knock - knock - knock" sound at the door. If someone wanted to enter, they could swagger in this hut that couldn't even shelter from the wind and rain without permission. But the person at the door still knocked on the door gentlemanly. This was basic etiquette, a good character formed since childhood. He was not in the habit of entering other people's rooms without permission.
Looking through the broken door at the person outside, it was a charming face. Many girls couldn't wait to rush up and kiss when they saw this face, but Alovera was resentful. He hated all men who were richer than him and so handsome. They were all the objects of his envy.
He didn't go to open the door. Alovera was too lazy to see anyone right now. He thought he should get used to that superior feeling in advance. In his impression, those rich people couldn't even look down to watch the road, always holding their heads high.
The man at the door was wearing a tailcoat. Looking at Alovera in the room, he let out a strange laugh and took out a stack of money from his pocket and shook it.
"It seems that the Alovera in our impression is not a person who likes money. What a pity. I have to find the next target." The man at the door turned around and wanted to leave.
Alovera had already put away his previous arrogance when he saw the thick stack of money. He hurriedly got up and opened the door, bowing and complimenting, "Look at what you said. No one hates money. Come in quickly, my distinguished guest."
The man entered, and Alovera hurriedly wiped the somewhat dirty stool with his sleeve. Only then did the man sit down and put the thick stack of money on the table and pushed it in front of Alovera.
"Now this money is yours, lucky Alovera. This must be God's will."
Alovera couldn't believe that someone would give him a stack of money as soon as they entered the door. It looked like there were as much as ten thousand Caesars. That was an amount of money he had never seen before.
"Oh my god, I must be dreaming. This must be just a dream."
The man laughed. "No, Alovera, this is all real. You are a lucky one."
Alovera slapped himself hard. It hurt a little. It was all real, but he still couldn't quite believe it. "You mean... all this money is mine?"
"Yes, it's all yours." The man threw the bag he was carrying on the table, and more money was exposed inside. "If you want to get this money, I need you to do one thing."
Alovera excitedly picked up the stack of money. He was already so excited that he started talking nonsense. "As long as it's not for me to die, I'm willing to serve you."
"Good. I need you to find two good companions and go to the tower thirty miles outside the town to find something for me. Then all this money will be yours."
Find something? Alovera was dizzy now.
"Is it that simple?"
"Yes, it's that simple." The man was certain.
"Deal." Alovera held the money bag in his arms.
Alovera got more detailed information about the location of the tower, and then immediately called two companions. He only paid these two companions one hundred Caesars, but the two poor men were already very satisfied.
In the middle of the night, the three of them arrived at the place. The night was silent, and the pale moonlight covered the earth like a layer of silver frost. The reflection of the dilapidated tower in the distance was very strange.
"Hi, Alovera, you said someone paid three hundred Caesars to let us come here to find something for him. But why doesn't he come to find it himself? He's wasting three hundred Caesars for nothing."
Finally, someone became suspicious.
Alovera's mind was full of that bag of Caesars. He had counted it. There were as much as one hundred thousand Caesars. The huge sum of money made him think it was necessary to take risks. On the way, he had also thought that it might be a murder weapon, evidence, or it could be a corpse, an enemy killed by that man.
For some reason, that man killed his enemy and then threw the body there. It could also be a murder weapon. Only such things were worth paying so much money, and he was willing to do anything for one hundred thousand Caesars, even at the risk of being regarded as a murderer.
When the time came and he found the murder weapon or the corpse, maybe he could threaten that man and extort another huge sum of money. Of course, he wouldn't tell his two companions about this.
"If you don't want to do it, I can give the Caesars to someone else."
That person would never give up one hundred Caesars. "No, no, dear Alovera, that's not what I meant."
"All right, then shut your mouth."
The three of them entered the tower and reached the top floor. They pushed the door open and saw the situation inside the tower. There were countless strange things and a large cauldron. The thick liquid in the cauldron was bubbling.
At this time, a figure slowly emerged, like a ghost, and came in front of the three of them. "Look, Count Carver really kept his promise."
Alovera saw this ghost - like figure and the ugly face and almost fainted from fright.
"Come on, become my test subjects." Kaposo stretched out his hand, and the hearts of the three people popped out of their chests with a "puff" sound and floated onto the table. The three corpses automatically walked towards the cauldron, climbed into it, and the boiling liquid became more violent.
The officials in the town were locked in prison, waiting for the people from above to determine their crimes. Those government officials who had been persecuted would naturally be reinstated, and Foster was one of them.
Moreover, he was promoted because he reported the dirty deals here and became a mid - level official in the town. When Donning sent out that letter in Count Carver's own handwriting and the report letter, he used Foster's name.
Foster came out of the government building, still a little dizzy. All this had come too quickly. His job was unexpectedly regained, and he was also greatly promoted. When he heard the prosecutor from Brot City say thank you for his report, he knew very well that it was Donning who did it.
Once he thought that if he worked hard, God would always look after him, a small potato, and let him achieve something. As long as he could become a mid - level official in the town, he would be satisfied. At that time, he thought it would take twenty years. But later he lost his job. He was desperate and resentful. Even under Donning's advice, he planned to become a devil, lose his kind humanity, and retaliate against those who took his job.
All this had come too quickly. Foster was so excited that he wanted to share this good news with someone. And the only people he could think of in his mind were Alice and Donning.
He rushed to Donning's temporary residence. "Mr. Donning, do you know? I've been promoted. God bless."
Donning was not surprised. He thought that the only good person in this town was this small government clerk. His humanity made Donning think that there was no need to ruin him, so he used Foster's name to report.
"That's a really good thing. It's worth having a drink." Donning said, "It's my treat."
"No, Mr. Donning. I think I should be the one to treat." Foster was extremely excited.
Donning didn't refuse because he knew that the real storm was about to come. Before that, he should always have a drink with the only kind - hearted person in this town and enjoy a moment of peace.
He called Alice, and the three of them went to a small pub and ordered a bottle of rum and sat together.
When he saw Foster flirting with Alice, Donning frowned.
Late at night, they left the small pub. After seeing Alice off, Foster was looking forward to a better life. "I already have a job to be proud of. I want to marry Alice. You will surely give us your blessing, right?"
He was a little drunk, his tongue twirling as he said, "Mr. Donning, thank you for everything you've done for me. You must be at my wedding. You are my benefactor."
Donning looked at the dark night in the distance. In the night, the approaching footsteps were getting closer. The storm had finally begun. "Foster, I don't think this is the time to talk about this. What you are going to see next may be unforgettable for you all your life, so you'd better close your eyes."
Foster didn't understand what this meant. There were no pedestrians on the street late at night, and the approaching person made people shiver because under his wide robe, it could be seen that his feet had no flesh, only bones.
Wearing a wide black robe, the person who came raised his head. Darkness filled the air, and even the moonlight was eclipsed. Foster saw the person's face clearly. It was a skull, and his eyes glowed faintly. That light seemed to pierce his heart, making him unable to move, and he couldn't even open his lips.
His whole body didn't move. What on earth was this? Foster thought with a frightened expression.
Donning looked at this terrifying face, but his heart was very calm. Compared with this face, there were many more terrifying faces in Kether Tower in the Cursed Land. He was used to it.
All around was silent. The windows that were originally lit with oil lamps lost their light and fell into darkness.
"A low - level necromancer. Is this all Carver can do? I'm really disappointed." Donning raised his palm, and a dark - purple light ball rose in his palm.
A virtual figure flew out of the necromancer and pounced on Donning like a ghost.
The dark - purple light ball in Donning's hand exploded, and a darker darkness emerged. Everything lost its luster. The moon in the sky was blocked by dark clouds. The virtual figure merged into the real darkness and disappeared without a trace.
The light in the eyes of the skeleton under the large black linen robe gradually faded away. Fear was revealed in his eyes. His body swayed and he stepped back, making a whimpering sound, which was also the sound of fear.
"Judge the darkness in the name of darkness and let the real darkness devour everything." The thick black aura emanating from Donning's body was like a bursting flood, devouring the necromancer in front of him.