"What the hell? How did this become our home?"
Speros stared at the mansion before him and exchanged a glance with Marmara. Both were at a loss, as if they were dreaming.
"It's written in black and white. This is our home."
Russell shook the contract in his hand, stuffed it into Speros's hands, and told him to keep it safe and never lose it.
Speros could not read a single word, but he understood the significance of the contract. Trembling, he tucked it into his clothes and entered with Marmara as the servants bowed.
As before, it felt like a dream. Speros had never imagined he could own an estate and live the wealthy life of the upper class.
"Wait, where did you get the money to buy this house?"
Sitting indoors, Speros suddenly snapped out of his daze. Once he confirmed it was not a dream, he hurriedly asked.
"I found it."
"You found it?"
"Yeah. Perseus and Tikora can vouch for me. I just bent over and picked it up."
As he spoke, Russell led them into the backyard to prove that his luck was exceptional.
He bent down and dug through the dirt a few times. Before long, he unearthed a large wooden chest filled with gold and silver coins.
Due to the era, the gold and silver currency was not standardized. It came from many city-states, and some bore patterns and portraits of the gods.
"S-So... so much money!"
Speros supported Marmara, whose legs had gone weak. With his limited vocabulary, he held back for a long time before managing only one word: "So." Then he suddenly came to his senses and dragged the chest toward the house.
"Hide it quickly! This chest must have been left behind by the previous owner. If he comes