The Duke's Fury

On the first day of rebirth in another world, I walked barefoot on the road and discovered I was a beggar controlled by a gang. The bread tasted worse than old milk.

On the second day, I stole a bag of money. My stomach was at least full, but I almost lost a hand.

Now it's the third day. I haven't bathed, and my whole body feels uncomfortable. I'm also tormented by lice and already want to jump into the river.

Sitting by the roadside, leaning against the wall with a broken bowl in front of me, I began to question the meaning of reincarnation. It wasn't supposed to be this awesome, but it certainly wasn't meant for me to beg in another world.

"Akai, is there anywhere I can wash up? I can't stand this anymore," Mel Carlo was gradually losing his mind.

"Mel, for safety, it's better not to wash yourself too clean. Otherwise, you'll be bought by those perverted adults," Akai's kind gaze held a touch of simple honesty.

For these beggars, a dirty appearance was a form of self-protection. If they were noticed because of their looks, it would be worse than death.

From Akai's words, he knew that such things had happened before. As long as someone paid, those gang members would be happy to sell them.

"If you endure it, you'll get used to it," Mel Carlo still hadn't cleaned himself.

It was time to steal. Begging probably wouldn't be of much use. People would occasionally give some food, but money was scarce. Because I ate so much yesterday, I wasn't very hungry today.

"Mel, are you going to steal again?" Akai wanted to stop him, but Mel Carlo didn't pause.

"What else? Relying on the alms of these poor souls, how can we report back? Lily and I probably won't survive next month." Mel Carlo continued to walk forward. The crowd had already increased, and the risk of acting was much lower.

But in his heart, he also had some worries. He absolutely shouldn't act against those who had guards. If he was discovered, he might be beheaded on the spot.

In such a world, for nobles to kill bottom-level beggars like them was just a matter of thought.

After successfully stealing once, I obtained 30 Oren. Even a small copper coin is flesh. This was what I got openly.

When I acted, someone was clearly observing. I just didn't know if it was the noble who lost the wallet or a gang informant, but none of that mattered.

The target I chose now was not that dangerous. Even if I was caught, it would only be a severe beating. As long as I wasn't killed, there would be no problem. The most important thing now was to survive.

As the sun set, I found Akai and Lily again. They had only begged 5 copper coins that day. 5 Oren was enough for black bread at least.

"You only begged 5 Oren? That's not enough to report back. Here, I've opened for business. Take 10 copper coins each. Combined with what you had before, at least you won't be beaten to death so easily," Mel Carlo said with a dark smile.

He wasn't mocking them. Instead, an idea had formed in his mind. Just sitting here passively, waiting for kind people to act, the probability was too low.

The other party didn't know what you had been through, so it completely depended on their kindness. Therefore, it was necessary to identify the target user group. If money was needed, it would definitely be aimed at literate people. Find a wooden sign, write some tragic stories on it, preferably those that could evoke sympathy. I thought the harvest should increase.

The three of them split the 30 copper coins. For Mel Carlo, it was nothing. He already had a large sum of money, but those funds were being saved for an escape, and he couldn't bring them out into the open.

If the wallet he stole truly belonged to a noble lady with family influence, then these gang organizations should soon face immense pressure.

Thinking about these things, Mel Carlo returned to the gang's courtyard with the other two. Just entering the courtyard today, he could feel an ominous atmosphere.

The previously arrogant gang leader was now bandaged on his head and had many bruises on his face. It seemed he had been beaten by someone, and his entire face was filled with fear.

"What should we do! Anke! I don't want to die! How could someone be so foolish as to steal Duke's daughter's wallet!" the obese middle-aged man sat on a chair, incessantly muttering to the scar-faced man beside him.

Because the incident happened in the area he was responsible for, they found him. Whether he stole it or someone under him stole it, the higher-ups only wanted one outcome.

At least his head, as the leader, was needed to quell the wrath of those people. If he could find the wallet, he would have a way to survive, but if he couldn't, the person would come to dig out one of his eyes in a week.

Seeing Mel Carlo and the other two return, the gang leader's anger instantly shifted to the three youngsters. He stood up, his flabby flesh trembling, and roared:

"Did you steal it? You stole the Duchess's daughter's wallet!"

Akai and Lily were scared and shook their heads repeatedly, constantly explaining, "It wasn't me, we didn't."

"We didn't steal it."

Mel Carlo also put on a frightened expression. Although he had anticipated this, he had clearly underestimated the energy that doll possessed.

The subsequent events were not difficult to guess. If the wallet couldn't be found, the gang leader's head would roll. Because someone always needed to be pushed out to appease the Duchess's anger, others were not of high enough rank, and this leader was just the right level.

As for feeling guilty for harming someone like this, of course not. He wasn't so kind-hearted as to feel guilty for a scumbag.

After the three were beaten and scolded, the scar-faced man stopped the obese man's actions. Even if he was transferring his anger, it shouldn't be too much.

"Anke, what are you doing! I'm not dead yet, and you dare to oppose me?"

Anke didn't say much, just touched the scar on his face, then looked at Mel Carlo, and continued to maintain his tough attitude towards the gang leader, saying, "How long do you think you can live! If you can't find the wallet, you wait to die!"

Once this man died, he could naturally take over this area.

Hearing this, the gang leader could no longer maintain his composure. He had enjoyed too much for too long and lacked the fighting spirit of his youth. His belly full of fat was proof. He was filled with fear but still couldn't accept it. He couldn't give up; he had to find that wallet.

The fat man, who had slipped to the ground, got up again, shouting:

"Go find it! Everyone go find it! You little piglets, don't sleep, search the entire city, even turn over the sewers, you must find it."

With such a scolding, he actually sobered up. Even if he took his anger out on these little brats below now, it would be useless because these little piglets wouldn't die for him.

Taking advantage of this last chance, he had to give it his all and find it no matter what.

"If you can't find it! You will all die!"

Many beggars standing outside the door stopped and hid outside. Facing the enraged gang leader, they didn't want to go in and get beaten.