17, One bet, lasted for a few hours. Mr. Cyclone never expected that the gambling skills of the people here were so poor that he easily took control of the situation. Win when he wanted to win, lose when he wanted to lose. But winning every time was too boring, so he decided to test his gambling skills with these people. After all, the twenty or so gold coins were just for show, even if he lost them all, there were more in the treasure vault. Mr. Cyclone deliberately left himself with five gold coins, on one hand, to give away some coins, and on the other hand, to win back two hundred silver coins worth two gold coins in total. From another perspective, Mr. Cyclone had nothing to lose, as the two hundred silver coins became his property. In dozens of rounds of gambling, ninety percent of the rounds were calculated by Mr. Cyclone, who considered it a great victory. He was about to leave happily and was waiting for dinner when he was stopped. "What's wrong? John, let's eat before playing!" "No, sir, you forgot something." Still smiling, but John's smile seemed a little forced this time. After Mr. Cyclone took the thing from John's hand and looked at it, he was stunned. It was seventeen gold coins, not more or less, exactly the amount Mr. Cyclone had lost to them today. Originally, he had given them to them because he lost, but now they had fallen back into his hands. "What's going on?" Baffled, Mr. Cyclone asked John directly. "Uh! I didn't make a mistake, sir! All the gold coins you lost are here!" This was something that went without saying, as Mr. Cyclone had a good memory when it came to money matters. "I know! I'm asking you, what's happening?!" "Uh?!" At that moment, it was John who was at a loss. "Sir, Mr. Cyclone, I would never keep your gold coins for myself. Please..." "What the hell?! Why are you kneeling all of a sudden? Weren't you fine just now?" The situation became increasingly unclear, and it left Mr. Cyclone with a headache. One slightly more composed gambler stepped forward. "Sir... sir, it's like this, it might just be a misunderstanding." "A misunderstanding?!" "Yes, yes. I never expected that you were such a magnanimous person. John just returned the winnings to you, because we small fries didn't dare to take your property away." Mr. Cyclone, who had just arrived in the big city, encountered this kind of situation for the first time. If it weren't for the old man personally explaining the situation to Mr. Cyclone, he might never have understood such an unspoken rule among the aristocrats. The aristocracy had power and selfishness. Even if they played together with their servants, the servants should not take away any benefits from the aristocrats because it was the master's play, not the servant's. John understood this principle, so when Mr. Cyclone said he wanted to join, he understood. Even if they played happily, they still had to return the money to their master in the end. In order to continue working in this mansion, Tiny's sacrifice was necessary. "What are you playing at, old man?" "Uh, uh?!" Mr. Cyclone was only annoyed after listening to the explanation. He angrily threw the money back at John. "I'm not that kind of person. I lost, so I lost. This is my way of giving you the money I lost. If you give it back to me, aren't you underestimating me?!" His loud scolding scared everyone to their knees. "I'm... I'm sorry, sir, it's just that I didn't understand your intentions and mistakenly thought it was a test from you to me... Please forgive me!!" With their heads even lower, this made Mr. Cyclone even more troubled, as if they were really testing him. However, it was precisely at this moment that a feeling flashed through Mr. Cyclone's mind. If these gold coins belonged to Mr. Cyclone, then even if he lost them, they would still belong to Mr. Cyclone. At this moment, the previous uneasiness in his heart was finally explained. In the process of rebuilding his power and reviving his country, even if Mr. Cyclone was a person without any knowledge, he at least knew that this was a world where money mattered.Money makes things happen, and more money allows even more things to happen. This is a truth that even children understand.

If that's the case, then this secret fund should be the most needed by Little Bean, shouldn't it?

If that's the case, how could there still be a pile of gold, silver, and jewelry in this plundered mansion?

Moreover, it's the serious Sonja who led the group to search the mansion.

Originally, this uneasiness was attributed to another assumption: this is the king's reward, and the mansion has been given to Mr. Cyclone, so naturally everything inside belongs to Mr. Cyclone.

But now, Mr. Cyclone understood.

This country belongs to the king, and this mansion belongs to the king, so naturally the funds also belong to the king.

Even if they are left here, even if this mansion is given to Mr. Cyclone, everything in Arlen City still belongs to the king.

"What the heck!?"

"Sir?"

Mr. Cyclone finally understood. Under the circumstances of chance and coincidence, Mr. Cyclone guessed the king's intentions.

Since everything belongs to the king, there is no need to hurry and take the wealth from here.

Even if it is left here, even if Mr. Cyclone takes a little, in the end, everything in this city still belongs to the king.

Suddenly, a sentence flashed through Mr. Cyclone's memory.

Loyalty to His Majesty, this was what Sonja said.

"Rebuilding power...so...doesn't that mean...now Little Bean is in desperate need of money and...people?"

John and his sister Joshua had already stood up, but like everyone else, they could only watch Mr. Cyclone talking to himself.

"This bait...it's full of cunning!!"

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