Spoiling Children Is a Bad Idea

"Where was my money?"

Felt's eyes widened as she stared at the treasury before her, which differed drastically from what she had expected. There were only a few scattered money bags, and they were not even full.

If he had heard that, the gang leader whose body had not yet gone cold would probably have crawled back up to question her—

When had that money become hers?

But that was exactly what Felt thought now. Adam felt the same way; they had already regarded the money in the treasury as theirs, yet now...

"This money should have been moved only recently, within the past few days."

Adam examined the traces at the scene.

"But its exact destination is still unclear. There were no marks or anything of the sort left behind, and judging from those people's reactions just now, it did not seem like theft. It was voluntarily transferred away..."

"Damn it. If I'd known, I should've come to the treasury first before killing that guy."

Felt scratched her head irritably.

"Don't blame yourself. This kind of thing was unavoidable. They could have simply chosen not to tell us."

Adam looked around the nearly empty treasury.

"Ordinary fund transfers or expenses would not clean out a treasury this thoroughly. In a situation like this, it was most likely tribute..."

Just like the fleet under Gabriel on the other side, which had vaguely established the name King of the Four Seas for itself during this period.

As Adam pondered, he looked at Felt.

"Speaking of which, what kind of title were you planning to give yourself?"

"Huh? Why bring that up all of a sudden? Weren't we looking for where the money went?"

"I thought of it, so I asked while I was at it."

Adam shrugged and swept his gaze