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The officers were happy with Donald's fame.

First, they confirmed through their investigation that Donald was not associated with the Octopus Marauder Team.

Moreover, the port needed to have an exemplar that could motivate others to start marine trading and accumulating wealth.

Most importantly, Mr. Donald was extremely generous with his money, and Ettoman made an effort to protect private property. They did not want to do anything that might do more harm than good to themselves.

News could always become rumor as it spread.

In the end, drunk customers in the taverns swore that Donald had found the previous Pirate King's treasure and prepared to purchase a noble title using part of it!

While others were still gossiping about whether Donald would buy the position of a baron or a viscount, this legendary figure was on a black carriage bound for the countryside.

Ettoman was a coastal country with perfect port construction, but the inland scenery was completely different.

Above the horizon, paths intersected with one another on the farmland. The giant wheel on the windmill rotated slowly in the air with the fragrance of wheat.

The carriage continued forward, finally stopping in front of a row of cabins.

With a cane in his hand, Donald wore a black tailcoat, a top hat, and a pair of buckskin boots, looking like a successful man in the upper class.

He gazed at the cabin and tears welled up in his eyes. He knocked on the door.

The door creaked open, and a little boy with blond hair and eyes as blue as the ocean looked out from behind the door.

Donald felt as if his heart was melting when he saw the child.

But the clever boy yelled loudly straightaway, ”Mom… there's a stranger!”

”Creditors again? How many times do I have to tell you that Donald didn't die, and that his debts…”

The door opened wider, revealing a countrywoman over thirty years old.

She was dressed in simple and worn-out clothes. Her expression was apparently angry, but her eyes betrayed her fear.

Obviously, the rumor at the port had not yet reached the countryside.

She froze when she saw Donald, the bread basket in her hand dropping onto the floor.

Although Donald's hair was green, his facial features had not changed at all, and she recognized him immediately.

”Villain! Don't bully Mom!”

The little boy spread out his arms in front of his mother like a hen protecting its chicks.

”Sorry… I'm late!” Donald took off his hat and hugged both of them, his eyes full of tears. ”Nia, don't worry… There aren't any more debts. Our life will be better in the future!”

When Nia heard his words, she could not speak at all as tears fell from her eyes.

…

This dinner was very sumptuous for people living in the countryside.

There was fragrant white bread, a large bowl of vegetable soup, and a plate of sausages.

In the seasoning bottles, there was even olive oil, fine salt, and spice from the New World.

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”Nia… You've been working so hard all these years. Rest assured. Although I encountered pirates, it was a blessing in disguise. I obtained a large sum of money, sufficient for us to move into the city. Little Arthur will go to the best school and enter the upper class in the future! He'll become a graceful gentleman!”

Donald held his wife's hands tightly to show his determination.

”I believe in you!”

Nia was delighted, cutting the biggest loaf of bread and putting it in Donald's plate.

”Before dinner, I want to pray first!”

When they were about to start eating, Donald took out the pendant he treasured like his life. ”This time… I almost lost my life at sea. I only made it back home because of the blessings from this Master of Dreams and Armaments… The great Master of Dreams and Armaments is a righteous god who I can trust with my faith and my life!”

”Since that's the case…”

Nia was only a countrywoman without much knowledge. She said to little Arthur, ”This is your father's belief, so we must respect the god as well. Put down the knife and fork first!”

”Oh!”

The little guy put down his eating utensils as he was told to and watched his father's actions.

”Thank you, my Lord, for giving me food…”

There was not any stipulated ceremony, so the prayer was simple. After saying a few words, Donald took up his knife and fork again. ”Let's start!”

In his mind, however, he was determined to introduce this great Dream and Armament Master to the both of them after dinner.