The Great General
The wind definitely could not have blown off the gray robe, much less the Disguise Mask. The fact that it had fallen off made it obvious—Jun Changxiao had done it on purpose!
Actually, when he saw how destitute the imperial palace had become, Gousheng's heart had softened.
Helpless.
He had no good excuse.
After all, his persona was that of a man whose eyes lit up at the sight of money. If he suddenly went to help a woman, people would surely slap him with the label of "forgetting righteousness at the sight of beauty."
Being a man was hard.
Being the protagonist of this book was even harder.
Just as Jun Changxiao was wrestling with himself, he saw the deduction chart and immediately realized that his arrival in the Crimson Hell Realm had truly been ordained by fate. Since that was the case, he might as well play savior for once. Besides, he was already familiar with this sort of thing.
He could help.
But he could not lose his persona.
Once it was done, he had to get something out of it.
Indeed.
The Canglan Empire was now so poor that even its pockets jingled with emptiness. Yu Feiya's claim that she could give him however much he wanted might merely be a stopgap measure, but if he helped her unite the various kingdoms, would they still lack money and resources?
The system offered a more reasonable explanation from its own perspective. "The host clings to his bottom line and dares not rob people. Now that the princess has knelt and begged him, she has conveniently given him an excuse to amass wealth."
"Get lost!"
Jun Changxiao cursed.
Getting back to the point, the system said, "The person who left behind the deduction chart listed