Chapter 120: Batman
Asher simply stood there for a few minutes, staring up at the statue. For commoners to admire a noble, the noble must have done numerous things to win them over. In most cases, commoners in a territory didn’t even like the nobles ruling over them... or so he had read.
’Well... if Father isn’t a cultist, I guess he’s just a good ruler,’ Asher thought with mild amusement.
He didn’t dwell much on the gold coins his father had distributed. The man was already absurdly rich. The only expenses within the Wargrave family were probably salaries paid to maids, workers, and the taxes owed to the Emperor, virtually nothing else.
After all, no one really lived permanently at the Wargrave estate, certainly not enough for them to splurge lavishly on meals or festivals.
Asher began to wonder how long a commoner would have to work just to earn fifty gold coins. Based on his estimation, it would likely take them several years, if not longer.
Shaking his head, he turned away from the statue and continued walking. Along the way, he noticed a few children bumping into him, seemingly by accident. But with his sharp perception, Asher could clearly see their small, nimble hands reaching deftly into his pockets.
Unfortunately for them, he hadn’t stored any coins in his pockets, so these little thieves left empty-handed.
Asher simply smiled and shook his head at the behavior. He didn’t speak a word. He had already anticipated something like this. Just because the commoners loved the Duke didn’t suddenly make them all saints.
With a thought, Asher brought out a few copper and silver coins from his inventory and quietly transferred them into his pockets.
He knew full well that even if he stopped these children and scolded them, they would still go on stealing. Words of encouragement didn’t feed empty stomachs or keep roofs over heads.
Besides, his Absolute Physique didn’t come with some kind of Talk-no-Jutsu ability. Asher didn’t bother lecturing any of them.
Instead, he simply kept refilling his pockets with small amounts of coin. Every time a child bumped into him and stole the money, he would replace it again, letting the cycle continue.