The next day, Foster woke up. The hangover made him feel uncomfortable all over. He thought of his deceased lover. There was nothing more painful and unbearable than this. He had lost interest in life. His destination was the small tavern in the local town. When he entered the tavern and asked for a bottle of strong liquor at the counter, he heard a gentle voice. "Mr. Foster, it seems that you are not in a good state. I think you should rest. Alcohol is not good for you." In front of the counter was a red-haired girl with a ponytail. She was wearing a beige dress. The dress was a bit old and there were several patches, but it was very clean. Her oval face was flushed. That was left by the wind and the sun, but it still couldn't hide her hidden beauty. Her dark blue pupils were like stars. Foster was cared for by a girl. He was stunned for a moment, looked around, and was a little doubtful. "Where is Mr. Jack, the owner of the tavern? Who are you?" This tavern is the ancestral property of Old Jack and has been passed down from generation to generation. It has been in business for many years. According to Old Jack's stingy character who is meticulous in calculation, he would never spend money to hire a waiter. The girl smiled shyly. "Mr. Jack sold this tavern to a young man at a high price. Their family had money and moved away early this morning. I am a waiter hired by the new owner. My name is Martina." Foster was attracted by the girl's every frown and smile. Kind boys who lack love experience and lack maternal love since childhood are always easy to fall in love. Donning guessed right. He bought this tavern and found Martina, who is also kind-hearted from the slums to take care of this tavern. She is one of the few girls he has seen in the town. His plan was successful. "Mr. Foster, go home and rest quickly. Come back when you are in good spirits. I will pour you a glass myself." Martina was a little shy when looked at by this young man. Foster's mind went blank. He left the tavern and excitedly ran to Donning's hotel. He wanted to tell his current good friend about this. He had fallen in love with a good girl again. He hoped to get his friend's encouragement and blessings. When he arrived at the hotel, he rushed in, but the door of the room was already locked. He went to the front desk and asked. "Is the guest staying in room 205 there?" The hotel waiter took out a letter and handed it to Foster. "Sir, the gentleman in room 205 has left. He asked me to give this letter to anyone who comes to look for him." Foster hurriedly took it and opened the letter. "Dear Foster, congratulations on finding a good girl. Martina is worthy of you. She has a kind heart. I can't make it to your wedding. I can only leave a blessing. Remember, kindness will bless you, but cowardice will harm you." Finding the 50,000 Caesars bill from the envelope, Foster finally understood that all of this was arranged by Donning. He felt a little ashamed in his heart. "Mr. Donning, thank you for your gift. I shouldn't give up on myself." His spirits lifted and he went to the government building. Next stop, Blot City. Compared to Glimmer Town, Blot City is much more complicated. And his next revenge target is still Uncle Anubarak's enemy, the banker who took one-third of his property, a big shot in Blot City, Alckmar, one of Uncle Anubarak's biggest enemies. The chief prosecutor of Blot City is his son-in-law. His Excellency the mayor is allied with him. Merchants from all over have many business dealings with him, including trades such as wine and spices. There are even some trades in silk and tea with the mysterious East. There is also an extremely friendly relationship with the Holy See. Noble celebrities often attend banquets held by the Alckmar family. The Alckmar family is almost the actual controller of Blot City. And Alckmar himself is the underground king of Blot City. He is known by the locals as a man with an invisible crown. This kind of character is much more insidious than Cuff. However, Donning has obtained all of Cuff's wealth, and his strength has also increased a lot. To get close to such a character, one must have an outstanding identity and be recognized. Otherwise, it will be extremely difficult to enter the circle of the Alckmar family. In the first three days after arriving in Blot, Donning wandered around various taverns and brothels every day, but the news he got was extremely limited. People who went in and out of these places only heard some legends about the Alckmar family, but obviously these are all self-speculations of drunkards and prostitutes. "The gold of the Alckmar family is enough to cover all the streets and alleys of Blot." "They sleep on gold. I heard that Mr. Alckmar has the blood of a god." "Poor poor guys, those are all your speculations. Mr. Alckmar's distant nephew told me a lot about the family. If you want to hear it, you'd better buy me a drink. A drink can let you know the most legendary family in Blot. What a good deal." On the fourth day, Donning carefully listened to the information of those drunkards in a certain tavern, hoping to get some useful news. But most of them were very boring. Only this voice caught his attention. A ragged man entered the tavern gate. He looked so down and out that he was no different from the beggars on the street. There were several wounds on his face. Those were caused by whips and almost covered his emaciated and old face. There was a burst of laughter in the tavern, full of ridicule and sarcasm. Someone shouted excitedly. "Look, the famous gambler Mr. Barak is here. I think his wife and daughter should be screaming loudly on some man's bed at this moment. Tsk tsk, it must be a great feeling." The man called Barak showed a painful expression on his face, and there was pleading in his eyes. "Please, don't do this. I just want to have a drink. Damn, the weather is a little cold. I am willing to exchange those real experiences for you to buy me a glass of the cheapest coarse barley wine." In autumn, the weather is already a little cooler than usual. The streets of Blot City at night are a bit cold. Barak can't bear it. He is no longer young. Because of the bad living environment, his condition is getting worse. He thinks that he probably won't survive this winter. Otherwise, he would never enter this tavern full of unfriendly voices again. He just wants to be able to have a drink before being frozen to death by the bitterly cold winter. Those mocking voices did not weaken because of the poor Barak's plea. Barak was cold and hungry, and those nosy guests seemed to be still not satisfied. "Gambler, go and deceive ghosts. We are not interested in listening to your fabricated stories. Get out of here quickly. This is not a place for you." Two male attendants in the tavern came over, picked up Barak on the left and right, and dragged him on the ground. They walked towards the tavern door like dragging a dead dog. Barak cried and said, "I swear, what I said is true. I just want to have a drink. Please don't do this." No one cared about the plea of such an old man. Their attention returned to their friends and girls around them, talking about those interesting things in Blot City, as if nothing had happened just now. "Wait a minute, I am willing to buy him a drink. He is already very pitiful." Someone couldn't bear to watch and said. Everyone's attention was attracted. They all wanted to see what kind of person would sympathize with this down-and-out beggar. It was a young man wearing a top hat and a beige luxurious suit. His face was quite handsome, so handsome that people were jealous. "Young man, I kindly remind you that donating the money for buying a drink for this beggar to the orphanage that adopts orphans can better reflect your kindness." Someone nearby looked at this handsome young man and kindly reminded him. "He just wants a drink." The young man ignored the kind reminder from the people beside him. He walked through the crowd to the door and stopped the two attendants. "From now on, he is my guest. You can't treat him like this." The two attendants looked at the young man. One of the attendants cursed in a low voice: "Stupid kindness." After releasing Barak and looking at Donning, they needed to confirm that Donning would buy this damn beggar a drink. Otherwise, they would continue with their previous actions. Taking out a gold Caesar and throwing it to the attendant, the young man gave an order in a loud voice. "Give this gentleman a glass of whiskey. Hurry up. By the way, apologize to my friend." The young man was generous. The attendants knew that this kind of person might have a little capital. For the sake of a gold Caesar, they verbally apologized. "Mr. Barak, we are sorry for what happened just now. I hope you can meet such a stupid fool to pay for you in the future." There was some threat in the words. They left. Under the whispers and stares of everyone, the young man asked with concern. "Mr. Barak, are you okay? Treating an old man so rudely, they will go to hell." Barak looked at the young man with his cloudy eyes, and was extremely grateful. "Thank you, young guest. You will be blessed by God." Taking Barak and sitting in a quiet corner where no one disturbed, the young man took off his hat and saluted. "Mr. Barak, why did they say that about you? This is a great insult to you." Barak sat timidly on the chair and lowered his head. His hair was as pale as if covered with a layer of silver frost. His voice was as weak as a mosquito. "No, they are right. I am a sinner and should be punished. This is what I deserve." A glass of top-notch rum came up, along with change. The young man took out several silver Caesars. "This is what you deserve. Take it." The attendant got a tip, and the displeasure on his face finally disappeared. He saluted gently. "Sir, I sincerely apologize for my previous disrespect to your friend. Have a good time." After the attendant left, the young man raised his glass. "Come on, let me toast you." Barak's rough hand picked up the glass. After clinking glasses, he took a sip. His expression finally improved a bit. The cold was driven away by the strong liquor that entered his mouth. The young man placed his fingertips crossed on the table and showed an expectant look. "Mr. Barak, I am Donning. Donning Stewart. I am very interested in your experience. Would you like to tell me about it? I will give you a certain reward. Before that, I have to make it clear that I am not trying to uncover your scars. It's just that I have always liked listening to stories, anyone's story." Barak's expression was a little dull. His cloudy eyes looked at the young man. The scars on his face were very conspicuous. "You are a good person. I think you must not be making fun of me. For the sake of this glass of wine, I am willing to tell you anything."