CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX - Plague is good for me

CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX - Plague is good for me

One hour later, I had a decent application - Me becoming king of anything had to be approved by the council, by the way - but still no reply from the maid. Still, it had been only an hour. An hour out of one week left to at least establish my footing as the next People's king - a position that had been left empty and avoided like the plague for at least the last century or so - which meant that the economy was crumbling and that everyone was as desperate as ever - better for me.

The next day passed the same. The maid came back, the blank check now used up, and now treading suspiciously around me since I had gotten those diamond mine coordinates out of thin air. Pretty normal, if you ask me. 

The next week, I got all my stuff shoved into a carriage in the middle of the night to run off. Not all Amaria's stuff, or it would have taken at least 20 carriages, but only my stuff which (thankfully) was a single suitcase. 

Then I vanished into the night. Hooray!