To ascend, I had no choice but to create games

Chapter 420: Chapter 253: Brothers (Part 1)_2

Drey, looking astonished at Kevin, couldn’t help but say, “Sir, I thought you would choose to suppress them with force.”

“Am I that kind of person?”

“You always have been.”

“Get out!”

The other party nodded with a smile and then walked to the door.

Standing at the door, he turned his head and said to an angry-faced Kevin, “Sir, I have great admiration for you. Among the nobles I have encountered, you are a true noble.”

“Cut the flattery and get out!”

Watching the other party leave with a cold gaze, Kevin leaned back in his chair and let out a long breath.

Pinching his beard, a smile appeared on his face, but he didn’t realize it himself.

Drey quickly soothed the quarry workers and got the quarry back into production.

The unlucky Head’s widow received a sum of compensation, and she immediately married another worker with the money, which goes to show that the fate of a traitor is generally not good.

The incident soon subsided, but Kevin found that Drey seemed much closer to him.

Drey began to take care of his meals and daily life, and with proper planning and arrangements, his work efficiency greatly improved.

In the past, he often had to work until eleven or twelve at night, but now he could go to bed at ten o’clock.

His current wife was thrilled by this and often expressed that they could have one more “our child.”

But Kevin didn’t dare.

He knew he had half non-noble blood, and the bloodline of any children he fathered would also be half noble, half non-noble.

The previous times had been good luck, but he really didn’t dare to gamble again.

Life should have continued uneventfully, but one day, he received a message.

The noble who was very good at quelling strikes had been hanged.

He was hung from a street lamp, swinging back and forth like a pendulum, resonating with his Corpses Collector companions in waves.

And this noble was not of low rank, being a Level Five Noble, and also one of the few Level Five Nobles to be assassinated.

A large number of related persons were thrown into prison, with countless people affected. The recent incident of a minor noble being beaten and educated was also dug up, with plenty of evidence suggesting that a little nun named “Pingping” couldn’t be extricated from the affair.

However, just before the Law Enforcers were about to arrive, she disappeared overnight with everyone from the Taoist Academy, and her whereabouts remain unknown to this day.

One would have thought the matter would end there, but the subsequent investigation was even more shocking.

Pingping was only related to the beating of the minor noble, but it wasn’t her doing. The real perpetrator was a distant relative of the hanged noble, a minor noble himself.

Such an affair was likely about the pursuit of wealth, though of course, it could also involve more chaotic relations.

Kevin thought the excitement would end there, but something felt off to him.

Usually quick to anger and indisposed to empathize with the commoners, Kevin possessed exceptional instincts and could easily deduce the truth from complex clues.

This time, he sensed something was amiss and continued to dig deeper into this minor noble.

The young noble had just turned twenty and had lived a life of luxury in Yifate before spending some time as a Head at a worksite, and had only recently resumed wandering through Yifate.

And his favorite place to visit was none other than his Cultural Salon.

Seeing this, Kevin felt a splitting headache as his heart began to pound uncontrollably.

Please, no…

He drank two sips of alcohol, barely calming himself down, and then instructed the butler to bring him the recent records of the Salon.

The Salon employed a particular scribe whose task was to record the conversations of important figures and compile them into a record.

As he flipped through these records, Kevin’s alarm grew with each page.

The Cultural Salon initially discussed history, but as more people joined, the focus of discussion inevitably involved the recent Angel Envoy.

As an Angel Envoy present, Tang Mo began to explain their mission, steering the topic towards nobility and commoners, bourgeoisie and proletariat.

With varying perspectives, everyone voiced their opinions, each trying to convince the others. They occasionally burst into heated arguments but slowly converged toward agreement.

Thoughts continuously collided, igniting sparks, and with Drey’s addition, a new focal point arose, drawing everyone’s attention to him.

He quoted extensively, speaking at length with eloquent oratory and personal experience, imbuing his words with persuasive power, convincing even Kevin, a genuine noble, of their truth.

The noble class had become a shackle to the progress of the era, and if possible, this class must be dismantled.

This statement was nothing short of treason, so it was quickly diverted, but a young man still took note of it, and it burned in his chest like a roaring blaze.

“Damn it all!”

Reaching this point in his investigation, Kevin grabbed the wine bottle from the table and hurled it viciously against the wall. The bottle shattered upon impact, and the red wine flowed down like blood, making the wall resemble a murder scene.

Compared with this point of view, the death of the Level Five Noble seemed trivial.

Similar views had been voiced before, so the advocates quickly disappeared, never to be seen again.

But Drey’s statement went further, directly implying that abandoning the noble class was no issue.

Even more frightening was that, under Tang Mo’s guidance, Drey used extensive knowledge and personal experience to elevate this viewpoint to an unnervingly high level.