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The king wanted to test himself.

Mr.Cyclone finally understood the reason for being left in this mansion, the reason for pledging loyalty to the king, and the reason why the kind of foolishness that could be found by anyone still existed here.

Being played with like a puppet, Mr.Cyclone felt uncomfortable.

But what could he do when the other party was the king?

Looking left and right with his eyes, Mr.Cyclone came up with a clever plan.

First, Mr.Cyclone questioned John to confirm one thing.

"John, you mentioned earlier that you wanted to stay in this mansion... why do you want to work here?"

In fact, Mr.Cyclone had already guessed the answer. Isn't work for money? People work here because there is more money. Even his sister came to work here, so it seems that the wages here are considerable.

"My elderly mother is sick and in need of funds for daily care, even though things have stabilized now."

"I see."

John gave a reason, a reason that satisfied Mr.Cyclone.

"Since we can't take away this money anyway, I'm just going to do a good deed for Arlen City. Hehehe..."

Covering half of his mouth, Mr.Cyclone placed his hand on John's shoulder and whispered to him with a low voice.

"Hehehe... John, listen, I have a plan."

After explaining his plan to the people in the storage room, Mr.Cyclone returned to his room to make some preparations.

Although the only preparation he made was to put on a slightly better-looking suit, because Mr.Cyclone would be busy until dawn tonight, in order to avoid any delay, he decided to wear the clothes he will wear to meet the king tomorrow in advance.

A noble gentleman's attire, carefully prepared for Mr.Cyclone by the maids of the mansion.

Wearing a light blue tailcoat, the entire outfit was completely unfamiliar to Mr.Cyclone. He even felt a bit choked at the neck.

Loosening it a bit while secretly laughing, he thought about how his smiling face couldn't be hidden after tonight.

After changing into his outfit, John also returned.

Immediately, Mr.Cyclone gathered all the maids and servants of the mansion.

In the grand hall, a huge space that extends directly from the main entrance to a large staircase that splits into two.

Standing at the fork of the staircase, Mr.Cyclone looked down at everyone in the hall.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize for gathering you all as soon as I woke up."

Mr.Cyclone opened his arms, welcoming everyone's gaze, even though they just looked at him foolishly.

"But for the people of Arlen City, I believe it is better to resolve this matter as soon as possible. Look! What is this!!"

Mr.Cyclone picked up a small cloth bag from the ground and threw dozens of gold coins with one hand.

The coins flew towards the people, some fell to the ground and some hit the people.

"Gold... gold coins?!"

Of course, most people were surprised by the gold coins falling from the sky.

"All this wealth was obtained by the former prime minister's corruption!!"

Then, John and Joshua, who were arranged on both sides of the hall, also threw bags of gold coins.

Seeing so many gold coins in front of their eyes, the hundred maids and servants finally began to discuss excitedly.

"Hehehe~"

Seeing this, Mr.Cyclone knew that half of his plan had succeeded.

According to Sonja's information, the people of Arlen City are still in a slump.

In that case, how can Mr.Cyclone make them a little happier?

For Mr.Cyclone, who especially cares about money, the natural solution is money.

"Ladies and gentlemen!! Please assist me tonight in returning this wealth obtained from the people, the property they earned with blood and sweat, back to them!!"

No one responded. It seemed too sudden, and for a moment, Mr.Cyclone's words were not understood.

But Mr.Cyclone had finished saying what he wanted to say, and he decided to let John take over.

Constantly shouting at the top of his voice, Mr.Cyclone's throat was getting a little dry. Besides, Mr.Cyclone was not the type of persuasive speaker who could move people's hearts with every word."If there are elderly people in the family, add one more! If there are children in the family, add another one!! If there are sick people, add one more!! If they can't afford three meals, give them five more!!" Everyone looked at John and Joshua. "John, what is this about?" "Joshua? What's going on..." Faced with familiar people, everyone finally started to inquire about the situation. Seeing this group of people who finally understood the situation, Mr. Cyclone was already lying in the stairwell, eating the snacks Joshua had prepared earlier. After half an hour, when Mr. Cyclone started snoring, someone finally stood up. "Sir! I have a suggestion. I know some charitable organizations. If we invite them to help, we can achieve twice the result with half the effort." "Sir! I also know some orphanages and nursing home directors..." "Sir!" "Sir!!" The proposals kept coming, gradually turning Mr. Cyclone's initial simple idea into a large-scale and organized operation. Seeing this scene, Mr. Cyclone stood up again, smiling kindly. "Great! Everyone, follow me to the dungeon now. Let's distribute bags of gold to every household in Arlen City together!!!" ***