The Righteous Player(s)

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As a result, every silver coin was engraved with the face of Silver Sire.

It was a young man with a monocle [1].
He had a bright and sunny smile, a long and thin face with curly hair, and appeared less than 30 years old.

Just like the typical male teenager next door.

Silver Sire looked no different from ordinary people.

As a matter of fact, all upright deities were like this.
The upright deities looked like ordinary people.
Therefore, the public would address the deities with more names such as “Silver Sire,” “Mysterious Lady,” and “Old Grandmother.”

It was entirely different with false deities.

When the false deity appeared in the mortal world, his avatar must have at least one non-human feature.

The closer the false deity to the upright deity, the more human it appeared.
Those who appeared non-humans must be a false deity.
They look hideous and scary.
It was discernible who the evil deity was at first glance.

In a sense, one was judged by his looks in this world.

Even among all upright deities, Silver Sire was the easiest to be recognized among mortals.

For the other upright deities, one could only find out how they look in the paintings featured in a church of at least diocese level.

On the other hand, one could see Silver Sire every day.

Commoners won’t necessarily know what the king looked like, but they certainly knew what Silver Sire looked like.

“Are ‘those’ the reason why you asked me to carry these things?”

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Salvatore was carrying a bag of silver coins in each hand and a corpse on his back.
He appeared like those ‘heroes’ in the deliveries as he gasped for breath and came to the carriage.

“Yes, I love Silver Sire.”

Annan said forthrightly, “I naturally love these little cuties with Silver Sire engraved on them.”

Annan casually carried two bags of gold coins in one hand and heavy gold bars in the other.
He followed Salvatore onto the carriage and muttered in a voice that could only be heard by the senior, “Of course, the corpse is the biggest reward.”

“Um…ah.”

Salvatore put the silver coins and the corpse in the carriage and exhaled in relief.
He relaxed his muscles, and he was already drenched in sweat.

Then, Salvatore glared at Annan in annoyance, “I can’t let the kid carry the corpse, right?

“It’s fine to take the gold bars.
But, is there any need to take these silver coins? They’re so heavy.
If you are short of money, you can get a gold bar for pocket money, right? If you don’t have any money, you can borrow from me.”

“I take so much money just to avoid borrowing money from you.”

Annan said sternly, “With this, I can pay back what I have borrowed before.”

Annan was comfortable with borrowing money from the senior.

But, Annan found it uncomfortable to treat Salvatore like those dumb rich guys in the long run.
Worse still, Salvatore didn’t seem to feel that Annan had been asking him for money.
When Annan asked for it, Salvatore would give it.

Annan had been scamming Salvatore till his guilty conscience overwhelmed him.

Salvatore heard it and commented, “It seems that you borrowed some money from me before? How much was it?”

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What? You don’t remember the number.

Annan didn’t know how much he owed Salvatore as well.

But, Annan’s self-esteem and morality still urged him to pay Salvatore’s money back quickly.
In other views, Annan returned Salvatore’s money with what he robbed from someone else’s house.
Hence, he felt at ease with the robbing act.

Salvatore’s previous analysis is excellent and reasonable.
But, all the riches belonged to me now.

—You shall compensate the score about murder attempt on me.
I will not make a move on your grandson anymore.
I will protect him afterward, knowing that he will inherit your property.

It’s a fair deal.

Annan happily set a new mission for himself.

“Speaking of it,” Annan looked at Salvatore curiously, “Who is our coachman?”

Salvatore seemed to have expected to deal with the corpse long ago, so he came here in a carriage.

But Annan found that the coachman driving the carriage didn’t seem extraordinary, but he was not an ordinary coachman.

This seemed normal still.

How could an ordinary coachman with courage carry a corpse at night, let alone it was a fresh and warm corpse from Viscount?

“He came to you to thank you.”

Salvatore introduced the coachman to Annan.