Turning blind eye

In the castle of Bronze Drum City, Grinton and his daughter were counting the gold coins collected by the steward from the branch family.

The two half-elves looked at the gold coins in the dozen or so big boxes calmly. Ordinary people would be ecstatic to see so much money, but they wouldn't.

Grinton had lived for a long time, more than three hundred years. The longer he lived, the more things he saw, and the less interested he would be in money. For Grinton, wealth was just a number, a number that could help him achieve his goals.

Alice, on the other hand, had seen the high piles of gold bricks in Beta's space, so she was immune to gold coins and wouldn't make a fuss over a little money.

The two of them counted the gold coins in the boxes together. They had been counting for almost a whole day, and Alice was a little tired. She wiped the fine sweat on her forehead and asked, "Father, why did you suddenly collect so much money from the branch families?"

Grinton chuckled. "Of course it's for breaking through to the Legendary level."

"Goddess Woking?" Alice had been with Beta and Kail for so long, so she naturally knew what Goddess Woking was capable of. "But I remember Beta said that although Goddess Woking can improve one's strength, it's more cost-effective to sacrifice money before reaching the Master level. Although Goddess Woking can increase one's strength, it's only worthwhile to use money as a sacrifice before reaching the Master rank. The amount of gold needed to advance from the Master rank to the Legend rank is astronomical.

"That's true, but I have my own situation," Grinton replied. "I'm now only one step away from the Legendary level. It can be said that as long as I have gold coins, I can advance directly. Moreover, Woking is a Goddess who has a strong sense of contract. I'm only a step away from the Legendary level. After she helps me improve, I don't need too many gold coins. I think the gold coins here should be enough. "

"Why do you remember to improve your strength, Father?" Alice was a little puzzled. "I always feel as if something or someone is chasing you from behind."

Grinton's face remained expressionless, but his heart jolted. He discovered that his daughter's intuition was becoming stronger and stronger. This meant that his daughter was becoming more and more powerful. Perhaps she would reach the level of Master soon.

A Master-level Elven Summoner could summon a young Green Dragon as a companion, which could greatly increase her strength.

He was considering whether he should spend some money to raise his daughter's strength, but when he thought about how Alice now had the Round Table Knight System, it wouldn't take long for her to reach the Master level with this powerful cheating method, so it might be a waste of money.

Grinton was about to ask Beta about what had happened recently when the butler came to report, "Master, Sir Claude Hamilton is waiting for you in the living room. He wishes to see you."

Glinton was a little unhappy, but he still went to the living room to see Claude.

Claude was an old man, in his sixties. Of course, his age was nothing compared to the half-elf Grinton. If they had to talk about old people, then Grinton was the real deal.

Claude had a head of pure white hair, which was a sign of a healthy old man. He bowed slightly to Grinton and said, "My apologies for troubling you, my lord."

"I have some matters to discuss, so let's cut to the chase." Grinton was a half-elf, and he didn't like people who killed plants and animals for no reason. He could feel a strong sense of wildness in Claude's body. This was a special phenomenon that only happened when one killed animals often. It was said that only the elves could feel it.

Claude knew Grinton's personality very well, and he also knew that this half-elf didn't like to socialize. It was just that he was too powerful, and many people had to rely on his aura to survive in Bronze Drum City.

Because of this direct way of speaking, Grinton had a very strange reputation among the nobles. Many people admired him, but they didn't want to interact with him.

Claude continued to salute. "Then I'll be frank. I heard that a few days ago, you met with a young man with golden hair. "

Grinton looked at him strangely. "Indeed, that man is a rare good noble. I learned a lot from him."

"Good noble?" Claude put on a proud expression. "Then you've seen through me, my lord! That man with bright golden hair ran to the slums and said he wanted to build a temple. "

"Building a temple? Isn't that a good thing?" Glinton was a little confused.

Claude grunted and said, "The problem is, he actually recruited a lot of young and strong labourers from the slums, and he didn't pay them any wages, and even made them work desperately. I heard that some people have already died of exhaustion and starvation. "

Grinton was startled. "Is that so?"

Seeing that Grinton had a reaction, Claude continued, "I heard that the temple worships a goddess named Woking. I've never heard of this goddess before. Could it be Evil Spirits? "

Grinton waved his hand. "Evil Spirits are out of the question. I think Sir Beta is a good person. He doesn't seem like someone who worships Evil Spirits. "

Claude was a little anxious. "You can't just judge a person by their appearance."

"Yes, you can't judge a book by its cover. I understand that as well." Grinton stared at Claude with a subtle look.

Claude immediately felt as if he had been seen through. He coughed and said, "My lord, I don't think it's good to recruit young laborers from the slums like this. You should do something about it. If it really is some Temple of Evil Spirits, then it won't be good. "

"Claude, I'm not an idiot." Grinton was a little impatient. "If you have something to say, just say it. I'm waiting."

Claude took out a small bag from his clothes and placed it on the desk. Grinton opened the bag and found that it was colorful. Every stone and crystal had a beautiful luster.

"I hope you can send troops to deal with the Temple of Woking," Claude said slowly. "You should know that you can clear out our temple once, but it won't be so easy the second time. If you can send troops to deal with the Temple of Goddess Woking, then our temple will be your strong support in the future. "

Grinton thought for a moment. "Beta was introduced to me by a friend. I can't do something like that to him."

Claude asked, "Then how far can you go?"

Glinton thought for a moment. "I won't help either side."

"Alright, no problem." Claude bowed slightly. "Thank you for your help, my lord. I have to go back now."

Grinton waved his hand to send him off.

Claude was very happy to be out of the Castellan's City Guard. He laughed out loud several times on the carriage on his way home. As far as he was concerned, without the protection of the city lord, he had at least a hundred ways to deal with the man named Beta and make him cry for mercy.

Claude was a member of some temple, a peripheral member. Some time ago, Grinton sent troops and drove away the people of the Church of Life and the Church of Light, on the grounds that they didn't pay taxes, didn't work, and were vermin. Currently, Bronze Drum City was severely lacking in faith. He had been looking for an opportunity to build a temple here, but he hadn't expected that someone would beat him to it.

Claude had carefully investigated the man's background. His background was unknown. From Claude's point of view, Beta's actions in Reed Village were simply useless. Only a god-level prodigal would think of such a way to spend money.

He had actually helped the farmers of Reed Village build roads and sewers. Both of these jobs cost a lot of money to build.

But he didn't know that Beta was so poor that he only had money left.

The carriage was brisk, and it didn't take him long to return to his house. However, before he could jump off the carriage, he heard the coachman say in a trembling voice, "Mas … ter … ter …"

"What could happen?" Claude didn't understand. He lifted the curtain and looked at his house, only to be shocked.

Usually, nobles with a bit of power would build their manors in places with fewer people. Because it was remote, they had to have soldiers, or guards, to protect them. Otherwise, any random thief could quietly slit their necks at night.

Now, Claude saw that his private soldiers were actually lying on the ground. Although there were only a dozen people lying in front of the door, and he didn't know whether they were dead or alive, Claude felt that the manor was gloomy and scary. He thought that those people should be dead. He didn't know who they had offended to cause such a scene.

"Hurry up, hurry up, I have to find brother-in-law," Claude immediately said to the coachman.

However, no matter how hard the coachman slapped the horses, they couldn't move forward. They even took a few steps back.

"Mr. Claude, don't you want to come in and talk?"

A loud voice rang out in the manor. Claude took a deep breath. He knew that he couldn't escape now. The other party could even control horses. If they wanted to hurt him, it would be as easy as lifting a finger.

He walked around the private soldiers who had fallen to the ground and pushed open the door of his house. At a glance, he saw a young man sitting in his main seat. There was also a young girl beside him. The young girl was so beautiful that he couldn't take his eyes off her.

However, Claude still shifted his gaze and looked at the man. "Who are you?"

"You don't even know me. How did you buy people to cause trouble for me?"

"Beta?" Claude finally knew who was in front of him. "You were the one who injured these people?"

"Yes." Beta nodded without hesitation. "I wanted to have a chat with you, but your private guards behaved very well. They actually didn't let me in, so I could only use force."

"Then why are you looking for me?"

Beta smiled and said, "I beat Ceasar up. He said something that I thought was quite interesting."

He paused and then continued, "He said that you hired him to deal with us. Can you explain what's going on?"