Accident

"You ask me why I'm so depressed? Heh, things have been terrible lately. They, they're all a bunch of parasites!"

At this point, Lajie put down his glass and muttered a curse.

Asher continued to coax, "Oh? How so? I heard from people over there that the empire has been thriving in recent years, hasn't it?"

Lajie let out a burp, his emotions rising. "It's those Dragon Blood Noble who made a fortune, what does that have to do with us workers? I work from morning till night, handling hundreds of guns, but even if those guns can earn millions, in my hands, it's still only one Ginar a month."

Those big shots have it easy; they just need to lie on the sofa, put on a show, and tens of thousands of Ginar roll in.

As he spoke, Lajie's voice trembled, and he became increasingly agitated.

"And the people from the Empire Bank, they're a bunch of Vampire too! Six months ago, I borrowed money from them to buy a house on the outer ring of Istaria."

"Now that I've lost my job, they're not only sending people to collect the debt, but they're also trying to kick me out! That cost me all my savings."

Asher chimed in, "That's really going too far."

But speaking of which, weren't you a worker at the military factory? Why are you unemployed?

Lajie gave a bleak smile and took another sip of his drink, "The factory supervisor thought I was lazy at work and often lost focus. Just then, the Starfallers were about to return, so he fired me."

At this point, his tone turned angry again, and beer foam was sprayed into the air.

"What right does he have to talk about me like that! We work hard every day, but he can earn several times our salary just by strolling around a few times. Why should he?"

Asher immediately adopted an indignant posture and said, "These people deserve to die!"

"Right!"

"Bankers, factory owners, foremen—these people are the parasites of the empire!"

Lajie slammed his glass down on the table, seemingly venting his anger; his face turned bright red.

Seeing that the other person was in high spirits, Asher lowered his voice and tentatively asked, "Have you ever thought about why you ended up in this situation?"

Lajie, his cheeks still flushed, swirled his glass. "It was that damned Manager Yelson, of course! He fired me for the smallest mistake."

Asher patted him on the shoulder, pointed to the sky, and said in a low, seductive voice, "What I mean is, since the empire's order is unfair, then what about the one who first established it?"

He didn't continue speaking, but stared intently at Lajie, anticipating his reaction.

"Certainly."

Wait, you mean...?

Lajie's eyes widened instantly, and he shuddered.

He didn't know why, perhaps out of the instinct for survival, he suddenly sobered up from his drunken state, cold sweat beading on his forehead—because he understood what the other person was implying.

This "outsider" wants to rebel against the supreme Your Majesty Keosius! Although Lajie usually disdains the Propaganda Department's sycophancy and has little loyalty to Your Majesty Keosius, even harboring some resentment towards him.

But reverence was absolutely ingrained in his very bones!

After all, the Imperial Guard's rifles and Nocturne's poisoned daggers are no joke.

"Thank goodness, I almost blurted it out."

Lajie felt a lingering fear. He patted his chest and let out another long sigh of relief.

Seeing that the other man was still somewhat afraid, Asher leaned down and whispered in his ear:

"Don't worry, Lajie. Speak your mind and think about who made you live this kind of life."

But Lajie was more lucid than ever before. He nervously looked at the "stranger" next to him, recalling the vague experience he had just had.

The unassuming gray robe, the inexplicable conversation, the suggestive words—in the end, Lajie came to a conclusion—he was very likely a spy!

Lajie's heart pounded, not only from fear but also from extreme excitement.

In the "Empire Dream" story published in the 《Kingdom Daily News》, his idol, Baron George, rose through the ranks by reporting spies, eventually becoming a noble Dragon Blood Noble.

After losing his job and being evicted from his house, is his life really about to hit rock bottom and bounce back?

Reporting spies means a reward of at least fifty Ginar. If you provide important intelligence, you may also become First-Class Citizen and enjoy preferential treatment.

In this way, he can pay off his debts, reclaim his house, and even become a factory manager, completely changing the course of his life.

"Perhaps... I will become a great man like Lord George!"

Lajie thought to himself, and suddenly, his gaze toward Asher became excited, even fanatical.

That wasn't just any ordinary drinking buddy; it was someone who could change his fate! Asher also noticed the change in the other man's emotions and felt smug, thinking that Lajie had been bewitched and his hatred had been stirred up.

"Come on, Lajie, don't be afraid. Say that name, say the name of the culprit who caused your tragic fate."

Don't worry about their revenge. I will grant you immense power so you can take revenge on all those who have wronged you.

"Good."

Lajie nodded nervously, sweat pouring down his forehead, barely able to contain his excitement.

He had seen the rhetoric of revenge in the Empire's announcements; it was Abyssal Devil!

In the past six months, the Imperial government has attached great importance to news about demons, and once rewarded a hunter who discovered a demon with hundreds of Ginar!

It is said that the hunter opened a shop in North Wind Fortress and was doing very well, living a very happy life.

But high returns often come with high risks, and these demons are extremely dangerous; a slight misstep can cost you your life.

Thinking of this, Lajie's legs began to tremble, his expression became extremely stiff, and even beads of sweat appeared on the tip of his nose.

But Asher thought that the human was already tempted by the conditions he had offered, but was just worried about the Empire's retaliation.

Asher said, "Lajie, do not be afraid. Think of it, and I will bestow upon you boundless wealth and unparalleled power."

Just as he was about to continue his persuasion, a crisp sound came from behind him, interrupting him.

"Splash!"

Suddenly, the Ogre in the tavern, drunk, smashed a glass over the head of a Hobgoblin.

Instantly, shards of glass flew everywhere, Hobgoblin, bleeding from a broken head, clutched his head and roared in pain.

"Damn Ogre, what the hell do you want?"

Ogre a broken wine glass, the ogre slurred, "Luke can do whatever he wants! You little red-skinned dwarf!"

"You're asking for it!"

The Hobgoblin charged forward and wrestled with the drunken Ogre, while the surrounding Hobgoblin and Ogre confronted each other, some even drawing pistols from their waists.

"Stop hitting! Stop hitting!"

"The Security Team is here!"

Seeing the conflict escalating, the tavern owner hurriedly shouted for help, and the Tiefling Security Force, who were patrolling nearby, also came to the scene.

"Quiet!"

"Fighting is strictly prohibited within the city! And this is Coronation Day!"

The soldiers of the Tiefling Security Force quickly poured into the tavern, pointing their spears at the Ogre and Hobgoblin and shouting a warning.

"Bang!"

Gunshots rang out, bullets leaving holes in the ceiling. In front of the dark muzzle, the Ogre and Hobgoblin who were wrestling regained their senses.

"I didn't mean to, I was just drunk."

The Ogre released the Hobgoblin he had been pinning down, stood up unsteadily, and raised his hands, his face flushed.

The noisy tavern immediately quieted down, and the sheriff took out paper and pen and quickly wrote down the names and identities of both parties.

Just then, a human reeking of alcohol staggered over and tripped over a bottle, falling to the ground.

"Thump!"

But he sat on the ground, pointing with a trembling finger at the gray-robed man sitting not far away, and shouted at the top of his lungs in a hoarse voice, "Quickly grab him! That's a demon!"

Immediately, the tavern erupted in an uproar.