At this moment, Zahavi was bragging about his achievements to those young people in their rebellious period who couldn't even tell right from wrong, and preaching his money - oriented ideas. The young people held their wine glasses and worshiped him like a god. "Look, sometimes success requires all means." The aged butler brought Varen in. When Zahavi saw Varen, he stopped his showing - off and speech. "Ladies and gentlemen, enjoy yourselves. I'll be right back." He left the banquet hall and went up to the study on the second floor. Varen followed and bowed with an extremely humble gesture. "Mr. Zahavi, there is a piece of news that you will surely be interested in." "Except for my uncle agreeing to let me get involved in the wine business, I won't be interested in anything else. I'm fed up. I don't want to deal with those ignorant fools forever. I don't want to be in this dirty place forever. If I want to grow further, I have to get out of these disgraceful businesses." Zahavi pounded on the mahogany tabletop, venting his anger. "Damn casinos and brothels." On the surface, he had huge wealth and achievements that made him proud, but in fact, if he wanted to further enter the mainstream rich circle and chat and laugh with those real big shots, he had to break free from here. After all, when he was with those big shots, if they asked about his business, he couldn't say that he ran all the casinos and brothels in the city. That would be despised by those big shots. Human desires are infinite. Once Zahavi thought that he would be satisfied with reaching this stage, but now his ambition was far more than that. Varen had heard Zahavi's complaints countless times. All he could do was to comfort him. "Look, Mr. Zahavi, you've already done a great job. Mr. Alkmarr will see your achievements. But I think you can do even better. What we need to do is to keep expanding until Mr. Alkmarr can't ignore your existence. Then you can naturally get involved in those really big businesses." Zahavi was almost frantic. "All the small capitalists in Brot City are ruined. Come on. Those plebeians don't have much money. They're not worth my effort." "Mr. Zahavi, there is an excellent target right now. It has spread all over Brot City that the beggar Barak has made a comeback and is richer than before." Varen said excitedly as if that wealth already belonged to them. Zahavi almost jumped up in shock. He bent over and leaned his head forward, almost pressing his face against Varen's across the mahogany office desk. "What did you say? A beggar has made a comeback? Are you sure you're not mistaken?" "Absolutely certain. The beggar Barak has made a comeback. He has redeemed his own farms and has been going in and out of those taverns these days having a good time." Varen said as if he had seen it with his own eyes. "What an exciting news. I think you already know what to do." Zahavi moved his finger joints, making a crisp clicking sound. Every day immersed in the feasting and revelry, Barak didn't feel good in his heart. He felt deeply guilty. "Mr. Donning, it's time to redeem them. I will serve you wholeheartedly." "Don't worry. There should be a result soon." Donning comforted Barak, thinking about when those people would take action. Regarding Barak's misfortunes and the description of the casino girl, Donning had a bold conjecture that the casino owner selected small capitalists worthy of being targeted by observing the customers in the casino for a long time, and then joined hands with that distant nephew of Alkmarr to cheat them out of their money. And Barak, who had been deceived before, had suddenly made a comeback and frequented those taverns. It had already been widely spread. Those people couldn't have not heard of it. A gambler who was once addicted to gambling and now had a huge amount of wealth again was the best target. They would never let it go. If the conjecture was correct, there should be a result soon. Just as Donning had conjectured, someone came to the door the next day. "Dear Barak, wonderful. I'm so glad to see that you're okay." Barak looked at the familiar face. Benfica, the devil who had once tricked him into the casino. He almost lost his sanity, but he remembered Donning's advice. "Want to take revenge? Then you have to be patient. Anger will harm you." Of course, appropriate anger would make the conspiracy seem more real. Barak gritted his teeth. "Damn Benfica, you shouldn't be here. Get out, or I won't be able to resist punching your face." He wanted to slam the door hard, but Benfica held the door and his sincere eyes were hard to ignore. "Friend, I'm sorry for what happened to you back then. I was powerless at that time. I tried to persuade you, but you never gave me a chance. It's so heartening to hear that you've picked yourself up and regained everything that belongs to you." Barak let go of the door. "When I was begging, I didn't see you give me a piece of bread or a warm - keeping clothes. I think we're over." "Don't be like this, friend. You have to let me explain." Benfica pointed into the room. "I think I can explain this matter. Please." Sitting in the apartment, Barak didn't even have the mood to pour a glass of water. No one could be calm when facing the person who had framed them. He had been restrained enough. "Well, friend, I left Brot at that time. Someone invited me to go to the beautiful Gold Coast with him. There were full of business opportunities there. Later, I heard about your misfortune, but at that time I also had an unfortunate experience. I was cheated out of all my savings. What a frustrating experience. I swear I don't want to tell this experience to anyone except you." Barak's face looked a bit better and concern showed in his eyes. "What a misfortune. I sympathize with you, Benfica." Benfica blushed. "Don't say that, dear Barak. For whatever reason, I'm ashamed that I didn't help you in time. When I recently returned to Brot and got news about you, there was nothing more exciting than this. Look, you are more dazzling now than before." "Benfica, thank you for coming to see me." Barak sighed. "Compared to those who were rude to me when I was in trouble, you are good enough." "I think we should have a toast for our reunion today." Benfica proposed. "It's on me." The fish has taken the bait, both Varen and Donning thought so. Benfica and Barak each returned to their backstage masters to report on the conversation in the tavern. "Mr. Donning, I did as you said. Just as you guessed, he wanted to take me to gamble a little, but I refused him and told him that only Zahavi Alkmarr was qualified to sit at the gambling table with me, and before that, he must send my wife and daughter back." Barak carefully recalled their conversation. "Do you think they will agree to such harsh conditions? Benfica is just a nobody." Donning was a bit amused. "Mr. Barak, don't you understand yet? Years ago, Benfica entered your life, lured you to the casino, made you addicted to gambling until you lost everything, and then he disappeared like the wind. And now that you have finally become rich again, he showed up at the right time. This is no coincidence. It's clearly a conspiracy." Barak suddenly realized. He jumped up from the sofa in shock, and his body trembled with anger. "Are you saying... all those things years ago were a trap?" "Yes. Benfica has never left Brot City. He just disappeared from your sight. Now he's back, just to take away your property again. Don't worry. He will agree to those harsh conditions you proposed. Just wait quietly for the news." Sweat broke out on Barak's head and his collar was wet. He thought that those things in the past were just because he was addicted to gambling that led to such a tragedy. It seemed that everything was a conspiracy. He had been targeted from the very beginning. Anger distorted his face. "I'm going to tear those bastards apart. I'm going to die with you. They ruined me. They ruined my life." "Barak, I'm your master now. You have to listen to me. Don't do stupid things. They will get their due punishment. There's no need to sacrifice your life, or I will kick you out of this game." Donning was afraid that Barak, who knew the truth, would do something crazy and disrupt his plan, so he issued a warning and comfort. Barak stood in front of Donning and respectfully declared his loyalty. "Mr. Donning, I will be at your disposal. I will act according to all your instructions. My only request is to kill Zahavi, that son of a bitch. Don't let him get away with it." "Very well. Get ready for tomorrow's events. Cheer up. Don't let people see through you. Otherwise, we will all be in danger." Donning sent Barak away. Zahavi Alkmarr had taken away many people's wealth in such a clumsy way. There are no eternal winners in the casino. So he must have some special means to be invincible at the gambling table. What kind of means could it be? Only supernatural power would not be noticed by those who suffered crushing defeats. Using supernatural power at the gambling table in Brot City couldn't escape the attention of the church. But the church chose to turn a blind eye to these. Someone must have given them a heads - up. The only possibility was Alkmarr himself. There was Alkmarr's shadow behind this matter. Donning wouldn't believe that Alkmarr removed Zahavi from the family for the family's reputation. Because Alkmarr himself was a robber and a cheater. To lure the fish to take the bait, you have to give it some sweetness. The initial gambling game should be very smooth. It could be predicted that in tomorrow's gambling game, Barak should make a small profit. There was some unrest in the Brot church some time ago. Cybertron, who was supposed to be dead, returned to the Brot church. Cardinal Alto was almost scared to see a ghost. Cybertron returned the Iron Crow badge, which had melted a lot, to the church. He must have explained the matter of the supernatural power haunting in Shining Gold Town, and even mentioned the wizard with the Silver Crow badge. This made Alto's nerves tense. After confirming that Cybertron didn't know Turan's specific identity, he breathed a sigh of relief. At least things hadn't gotten so bad that they couldn't be fixed. According to the rules, Alto still praised Cybertron and awarded him a brand - new Copper Sword badge. Cybertron became a paladin with the Copper Sword badge. "Mr. Alto, someone dares to openly oppose the church and intends to kill a paladin. This is no small matter. I must investigate clearly. Please allow me to conduct an in - depth investigation." Cybertron didn't plan to let it go. He swore to bring the other party to justice. Alto had no reason to stop Cybertron's action. "Well, Cybertron, may the holy light protect you. I hope you can succeed." Cybertron left Brot City. Alto couldn't wait to send a letter to Turan. "Idiot, that damn paladin is still alive. I don't want any accidents to happen during this time. You'd better not expose yourself." A few days passed. Alto received a sum of money. A familiar name. Someone was going to use supernatural power in a gambling game. He was glad that that annoying paladin had left Brot City. Otherwise, Cybertron surely wouldn't have sat idly by. Holding this large sum of money, Alto thought, "I must find a way to get rid of this paladin who is blocking my way of making money once and for all." But for now, he still didn't have an excellent solution. "Damn Cybertron, I'll find a way to get rid of you."