Chapter 63 - 59 Rostellum’s Calculation
"Damn! This thing turned out to be Dead Objects!"
Discontentment was again apparent on Elder Rostellum’s sleazy face, showing no regard for his special status as a Politician. Typically, when his emotions ran high, he would bristle and glare; if the situation grew severe, he would also incessantly tug at his beard. Such scenarios mostly occurred when he was alone, but there were rare exceptions.
The factor triggering these exceptions was usually shiny, golden objects that would make Rostellum’s eyes narrow to slits. To others, these things appeared vulgar. But to Rostellum, they were incredibly important, as gold coins were, in his mind, omnipotent.
It was an odd phenomenon. As a Politician, controlling his emotions should have been second nature, but Rostellum’s composure would unravel at the prospect of losing gold coins. When that happened, he was no longer Politician Rostellum, but red-eyed Rostellum.
When the Gaga County County Mansion was destroyed by Hunters, he had fearlessly talked back to the tyrannical Rostov League Guard.
Similarly, when he discovered a hidden source of gold coins on Guru Mountain, he disregarded Mayor Babasha’s feelings and resolutely decided to report first to the chief of the Alchemy Workshop.
For Rostellum, gold coins were everything. All his actions were aimed at acquiring more. He would be disappointed if he couldn’t obtain gold coins. He would lose his composure if he saw them slipping from his grasp. And if the coins in his hand were snatched away, he would completely lose control.
Fortunately, this situation was only the second kind: watching obtainable coins slip away. Elder Rostellum was losing his composure.
"Can you imagine how serious this is?" Rostellum grumbled at Aliusan as they walked.
Aliusan, limping, struggled to keep up with Rostellum, hurrying to catch him.
"Dead Objects! Dead Objects! Worthless things! It’s a serious problem that someone is actually peddling them." Elder Rostellum began shaking his head continuously.
"Sir..." Aliusan panted, trying to match Rostellum’s pace.