A Famous Traitor and Treacherous Genius

256 – Golden Slave (3)

The water vein burst.

Perhaps the water vein flowing underground in Barcelona ended up bursting out over the collapsed gold mine.

Did you know?

‘It can’t be.’

If I had known, I wouldn’t have developed it at all.

Or, after realizing that groundwater could burst even if developed, they would have created an environment so that miners could be brought in in advance to extract gold.

However, without even having time to prepare, the water vein burst.

“Ha…”

It’s absurd.

So much gold has seen into the water that, even though it was gushing out from underground, the water shines gold to the point where it would be more appropriate to call it golden water rather than red clay water.

“This is really true.”

After leaving the funeral scene to his father, he rushed over and couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of the village being submerged in the lake.

“oooh!!”

“Hehe, it’s gold! It’s gold!”

The village residents are enthusiastic.

If someone had died, someone would be sad, but since there is no one, they are happy.

‘No matter how you look at it, it doesn’t seem like he’s happy that he survived thanks to the knights.’

The knights of Gibraltar, including Sir Carlos, who were in the midst of developing a gold mine, threw away their equipment and the gold they had mined as soon as the water vein burst and immediately went to rescue the villagers.

If the knights had been slightly blinded by gold, the village would have been submerged in groundwater, and the residents would have drowned in the gold with groundwater and placer gold in their bodies.

Although he seems happy that he survived-

“A landing net!! Does anyone have a landing net?!”

The groundwater that had become a lake hasn’t even calmed down yet, and people are already starting to pan for gold.

Even though they were wet from the waist down with muddy water and traces of death were still on their clothes, the villagers were enthusiastic about the gold before their eyes and began talking as if they had seen hope.

Even though I came to the scene and watched from behind.

“Cho, Governor.”

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“That’s it. Sir Carlos.”

Sir Carlos didn’t know what to do with the attitude of the villagers, but I pulled on the black tie of my mourning clothes.

“I think there was enough mourning for the deceased. The funeral doesn’t necessarily have to last until the sun sets that day. Cremation was done, and the remains are probably being collected well by now. It may be a little mixed with the gold, though.”＜ Br＞

“Are you starting work right away without taking a break?”

“To me, working means resting. If we pretend not to notice in this situation, more people will fall into the water and drown, and it will be more difficult to rescue them and deal with them later.”

Before we knew it, the commotion began to die down.

Some of the villagers noticed me and began to lower their voices, and only then did they begin to bow their heads at their situation.

“If they continue to stay near this area, it may flood, so the residents of the submerged village should clear vacant lots in nearby villages and create temporary residential areas there. If built in the imperial style, a minimum living environment will be created within three days, so rest assured And.”

To be precise, they provide a place to lie down before lying down in front of the castle, asking, ‘Where should we live now?’

“…After the place to sleep is set up, tell them to get ready for work. It will be embarrassing to have the house flooded in an instant, but if you stay still, your space will be taken over by others.”

The villagers who had been listening intently to my words slowly began to look at me with anxious eyes.

“Gold panning is something that even a young child can do. If other regions besides this area hear about this, they will come with their scoops and try to collect gold.”

Gold panning is easier than you think.

There is no need to go through the trouble of polishing or splitting the gold-soaked lumps. All you have to do is place a sieve under running water and shake it left and right until the gold is caught in the sieve.

It may be work to separate it, but the important part is that even women and children can do it.

The fact that the residents of this village can also do it means that the wives and children of miners who heard the news from other villages can also come and visit with their landing nets.

“Rather than having guards, it would be better to tell the villagers themselves to open their eyes and stand guard.”

I don’t mind mining for gold.

However, if an issue arises that requires the Government-General to step in while each other is trying to occupy a position to indiscriminately pan for gold, it will actually cause more trouble for us.

‘It’s not common for murders to occur because of one’s seat, but it’s a different story in front of the gold.’

Accidents have already continued through the development of gold mines.

Even if I were to add up the number of deaths for every assassination that occurred against me, it would still be less than the number of casualties that occurred during the gold mine development process.

“It may be crazy, but everyone is really crazy about gold.”

Even though he has a lot of assets and is something he can say in his position as governor, sometimes I think that people in this country are too crazy about gold.

“Well… If nothing happens, it would be better if it just goes away as another gold vein burst. Sir Carlos. When the administrators arrive back there, tell them to clean up this place. I have to go back to the funeral home. “

“I understand, Governor.”

“Oh, and the name here is…”

“The name? It’s Sarcophagus Village.”

“Thank you. But what I wanted to say was the name of this new village and lake.”

“New name?”

“Okay. I think there is a most appropriate name, but I think we need to discuss this.”

I pointed in the direction of the Government General.

“Once permission is granted, we will announce it under that name.”

* * *

In a moment.

After all the funeral formalities were over, I visited my family resting on a private magic ship in Gibraltar, a little away from the Government House.

“Mother. Would you like to come here for a moment?”

“You two want to talk separately?”

Among them, my mother.

“What’s going on?”

“It’s a lake that was formed when underground water burst beneath a gold vein. I’m thinking of using this name there.”

I wrote down a word and gave it to my mother in her room.

“This is…”

“I think I need to ask for permission first. Wouldn’t it be seen as using a dead person?”

“If you think negatively, you are actually using it.”

“Yes. Let me be honest from a somewhat objective standpoint.”

It may be necessary to speak out about one’s betrayal, but there are times when it is easier to tell it like it is.

“Baron Balzac Lembourg Gunther discovers a vein of gold and dies. On the last day of his funeral his, underground water bursts, creating a lake colored with gold.”

“…It’s like something out of an old story.”

My mother immediately realized what I was planning.

“Are you going to leave it as [A folktale]?”

“Yes.”

Tale.

It’s a bit difficult to call it a myth, but it’s a legendary story handed down at the regional or village level.

“I plan to deify Baron Balzac a little. If I were to put it in a bad way, I would call him a corpse arm.”

“That’s a really bad word.”

“It’s true.”

If that’s actually the case, I’m just taking over the legacy of the deceased, but since I created and made up the story about Placer Lake, it’s nothing more or less than that.

“We did our best to honor the deceased.”

“Yes. That’s what most people who attended the funeral banquet said. They thought it was the King who had passed away, not some kind of baron.”

My mother laughed as if she were mocking herself, but in reality, the funeral process, the people who participated, and the size of the funeral banquet were like that.

“And the person who passed away became the heroic spirit of Nostrum and gave golden blessings to everyone in Nostrum.”

“You are literally trying to deify them.”

“Now he is just an old man who died in debt and unable to let go of his wrath, but in about 100 years he will be revered as someone who bestowed legendary blessings on his descendants.”

The story of Balzac the goldsmith.

“A long time ago, an old man with a pickaxe came to the land of Barcelona and dug up the ground. Everyone tried to stop him, but the old man kept digging, and eventually he found gold. Thanks to the old man’s sacrifice, a lake was created, and now it is a golden lake. It’s done.”

When the children of the submerged village residents tell stories of the village to their grandchildren about 50 years later, they will definitely say that.

“…It’s a story full of holes to tell to a child.”

“We just laid the foundation. The rest can be left to the fairy tale writer.”

“What do you get by doing that?”

“That’s what we get, Mother.”

I pointed to myself, my mother, and the outside.

“Rather than inheriting the blood of an ugly, greedy b*stard named Balzac Lembourg Gunther, he is the bloodline of a hero who distributed the blessings of gold dust to everyone.”

“…”

“It may seem like we are turning a blind eye now, but in 10, 20, and even decades, children will be singing songs praising the blessings of gold.”

“…Why?”

Mother tilted her head.

“What do we really gain by doing that?”

“Oblivion.”

I tapped my temple.

“When you think of Baron Balzac, the first thing that comes to mind is not his relationship with St. Gio Nostrum, but the lake.”

“…”

“Covering the past with gold, mother. So that no one in the world will think of Balzac Lembourg Gunther in your life. The life that old man lived is not his own, but is recorded only by the legend of this gold placer lake that I fabricated. It will be resolved and sorted out.”

A person’s history is not known through his or her trajectory while alive, but is written as a posthumous manipulation.

“Everything about Balzac Lembourg Gunther will be erased. All that remains are three things. One. He was the father of Charlotte Lembourg Gunther. Two. He was in charge of the Lembourg camp and failed greatly. Three. He took that responsibility. To achieve this, we discovered a gold mine and a placer lake.”

“…”

“A person’s life of more than 60 years will not be remembered anywhere in history. All that will remain are the failures of later life and fabricated myths.”

“The real purpose is…”

“Erasing from history the source of our decision to betray our country.”

“…”

“It will remain in someone’s memory, but it will not remain in the ‘records’ no matter which history book you look through.”

Mother lowered her head.

“Permission, would you please?”

“…Grey.”

The mother took a moment to catch her breath and raised her head.

“Just in case. Just in case. Just in case.”

The mother answered in a somewhat tearful voice.

“If I die, if that means things are going to be bad for you and your siblings.”

“Mother.”

“If you do it the same way then as now, I will allow it.”

“…”

“It’s not out of pity for the man named Balzac Lembourg Gunther. This is purely for you.”

Mother nodded her head with a serious face.

“If I can protect you by selling my dead self, I am willing to sell as much as I want.”

“…There’s no way something like that is possible, right?”

I handed the handkerchief to my mother.

“If I had wanted to sell it, I would have already sold it 9 years ago.”

“…It’s really awkward to say something that could be considered comforting, isn’t it?”

“…”

I kept quiet.

Among my family members before returning, the first person to die was my mother, and that death was like a nightmare that I did not want to think about at all.

“Gray. Please know this one thing. Even if I die, I will die with the most value to you.”

“…If you are going to pass away, you should also see your grandchildren get married.”

“Hehe, as much as you want.”

My mother held out her little finger to me.

“It’s a promise.”