Chapter 2
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So, what is the duty of the Varelis family? To do one good deed a day?
Winnie, with his hands in his pockets, arrived at the slums of the royal capital.
Looking around, he noticed that the eyes of these ragged people were all fixed on him.
This was only natural.
No matter how poor the Varelis family was now, they could still manage to put together a few sets of noble attire.
This decent outfit stood out like a sore thumb in the slums.
This was quite rare, as this place was seen as a cesspool by the nobles, who never set foot here personally.
Seeing the various gazes fixed on his well-dressed figure, mixed with emotions like envy and longing, Winnie shook his head.
These poor folks probably didn’t know that if this down-and-out noble didn’t figure out a way to turn things around soon, he would be moving here to live with them.
“Hey, you.” Winnie didn’t waste any time andapproached a hunched old man, casually tossing a silver coin from his purse to him.
“This??” The old man didn’t reach out to take it, instead looking at the noble youth before him with confusion and fear.
The slums had poor security, but no one was foolish enough to mess with a noble.
“What are you waiting for? Take it. It’s a gift from me,” Winnie said, crossing his arms and putting on a haughty demeanor, though inwardly he was heartbroken.
A silver coin!
That was a whole silver coin!
Every silver coin he spent now was one less he had!
“F-for me??” The old man looked incredulous, his dim eyes lighting up, but then he hesitated, afraid to accept it.
Winnie immediately understood the old man’s concern and glanced at the strong, young poor people around them.
In their eyes, he saw greed.
They might not dare to mess with a noble, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t rob the old man after Winnie left.
But what did that have to do with Winnie?
He wasn’t here to do good deeds.
The only reason he was spending money was because he needed virtue.
Whether the old man got robbed or not had nothing to do with him.
All he needed was to see the old man accept the coin, say nothing, and then walk away.
“What are you all looking at?” Winnie’s gaze swept over the strong, thuggish youths. “What, you’ve got arms and legs, and you’re all stronger than me. You must be eating well, huh? And you’re still eyeing the money in the hands of an old man who can’t take care of himself?”
“You punks, do you know who I am? I’m the infamous rogue noble, the mad dog of the royal capital, Winnie Varelis.” Winnie crossed his arms and spoke slowly, with a hint of pride.
Admittedly, his aura might not scare others, but it was enough to intimidate these small-time thugs who had never seen much of the world.
Combined with his fierce face and freckles, the effect was perfect.
As soon as Winnie spoke, the thugs were frozen in place, not daring to say a word.
“I don’t care who you are or how bad you usually are. I just want to tell you that when it comes to being bad or crazy, you’re no match for me.”
“You’re playing with what I’ve already mastered.” Winnie’s lips curled into a smile that perfectly matched his villainous image, and as he spoke, he pointed at the thugs.
“Normally, I wouldn’t care what you do, but I need to make this clear: this money was given by me. If any of you dare to mess with it, you’re challenging my authority, going against me, the royal capital’s bad boy. I’ll have my knights break your legs!”
“Y-you’re too kind,” the leader of the thugs stammered, his face pale.
Clearly, no matter how much they coveted the money, they would have to think twice before acting.
Of course, all that talk about challenging the royal capital’s bad boy and having knights break their legs was just Winnie bluffing.
He didn’t even have a single soldier, let alone knights!
Seeing the old man accept the coin, Winnie immediately focused on the virtue meter in his mind.
One second passed, then ten seconds…
Hearing the old man thank him for his generosity, Winnie still didn’t see the expected notification for virtue points.
“What the hell?!” Winnie jumped up in frustration.
“I gave the money! Where’s my virtue points?!”
If he didn’t get the points, then that silver coin was wasted!
Did they really think he was some rich young master?
He was practically broke too, okay?!
This sudden outburst scared the old man and the thugs, who quickly backed away.
A few more minutes passed.
Under everyone’s gaze, Winnie’s face grew darker and darker, like a storm cloud.
The next moment, the old man saw Winnie glare at him “fiercely.” The old man felt utterly confused, unsure what he had done wrong.
Meanwhile, Winnie was thinking: Is this damn virtue system broken? If it’s not giving me points, should I just take the money back??
He glanced at the old man’s pale, frightened face, noticing the crutch in the corner and the empty pant leg. Winnie clicked his tongue.
Forget it.
A proper villain like him couldn’t take back money he’d already given out in front of so many people.
That would be a blow to his pride.
But still…
Damn it, it still hurts so much!
Why?!
Why didn’t I get any virtue points?! That was a whole silver coin, you know?!
Even a single copper coin could give me one virtue point, so a silver coin should give me a lot, right?!
Yes, this was the brilliant idea Winnie had come up with.
But it seemed the virtue system didn’t work the way he thought it did.
Damn it, where did I go wrong?!
Leaving the slums, Winnie clenched the bread in his mouth, tearing off a piece and chewing it furiously.
What the hell?!
Giving a copper coin gives virtue points, but giving a silver coin gives nothing?
This damn system must be a complete idiot, can’t even count properly.
While cursing the system in his mind and taking out his frustration on the bread, Winnie headed home.
Nothing was going right today.
As he walked, Winnie felt something gently tugging at the bread bag in his hand.
Looking down, he met a pair of big, dark eyes.
“Big brother, c-can I have a piece of bread?…. No, half a piece, just half a piece!” A disheveled little boy looked up at him with pleading eyes, lightly holding onto the bread bag and swallowing hard.
It was clear that this skinny child was starving, otherwise he wouldn’t have risked being beaten to beg for bread.
“Tch, what bad luck!” Winnie looked at the boy with disgust, then shoved the bread bag into his arms.
“You’ve dirtied my bread bag with your filthy hands. Here, take it, take the whole thing!”
“Th-thank you, big brother!” The boy took the bread bag, overwhelmed with gratitude.
“Don’t thank me. I just have a thing about cleanliness and don’t want to touch stuff that’s been dirtied by others. Now scram.” Winnie waved his hand as if shooing away a fly.
The boy thanked him repeatedly and ran off.
As the boy left, Winnie froze.
He was surprised to find that after giving the bread to the boy, his virtue points had increased by +1.
What the hell, did the damn system fix itself??
Or was it…?
Winnie rubbed his chin, feeling like he had stumbled upon some kind of pattern.
The first time he gave money, the second time was also money, but this time it was food, his first time giving food.
Could that be it??
Johnson Ponraj
yes that boy really need food but that old man is not need of money