Chapter 64: Famous Scene: I'm Really Not Greedy!
Everyone present was watching the content on the light screen, except for King Lucan's father-in-law, who wasn't fixated on it.
Ever since he learned that he might avoid execution if there wasn't much wealth in his treasury, he had been thinking about how to increase those odds.
That was why he hadn't wailed or shown any of those unsightly displays of behavior earlier.
At this moment, before his treasury was about to be opened, he was also well aware that his own massive castle and enormous treasury were things that could not be changed.
This led him to speak up directly just as the treasury doors were about to be opened.
"O King, I admit that as a noble for all these years, there have indeed been some issues with my conduct, but I am truly different from those greedy fellows before me. I am a true noble; I am truly not greedy!"
Following his words "I am truly not greedy," his massive treasury was swung open.
It was indeed different from those nobles just now.
Because the treasure was no longer just limited to being piled up inside the treasury.
The moment the doors opened, several knights scrambled to run as far away as they could.
Then, gold coins flowed out from the overflowing treasury like a tidal wave. If the knights left behind by Morgan hadn't been exceptionally skilled, the sheer force of the gold coins pouring out of the treasury probably would have crushed the entire knight squad to death!
Such a huge treasury!
Such a huge treasury door!
The knights tasked with the investigation had to climb the mountain of spilled gold, then crawl through the top of the giant vault doors—which stood at least a dozen meters high—to enter!
Once inside, they opened a hidden skylight at the vault's peak, likely used for ventilation and pouring in treasures, allowing light to flood the interior.
Under that faint illumination, the entire vault, and even the scene on the light screen, were bathed in a mesmerizing golden hue!
This spectacle, paired with the old noble's innocent declaration—"I am not greedy!"—created a stark irony that plunged all of Britain into silence.
No longer were the people thinking, "If you're not greedy, then who is?" Instead, they wondered...
—How in the world did he manage to amass so much!?
The people of Britain were all pondering this, and even Noah and Morgan, the organizers of this public execution, fell silent at the sight.
Artoria and Kay, watching from the defensive line, found such a scene utterly unimaginable.
Even the well-traveled Sir Ector couldn't help but sigh in disbelief.
As for Scáthach and Merlin, who was nearly at the Northern Six Territories, even they had to admit... neither had ever seen so much wealth in one place before!
If even Scáthach and Merlin were taken aback, it went without saying for the lords and nobles of the Northern Six Territories.
They hadn't thought much of the previous nobles' vaults, but after witnessing this, they finally understood why the southern nobles always claimed to be the wealthiest.
And they just couldn't comprehend it.
The northern lords and nobles, all of knightly origin and frontline veterans, had acquired most of their wealth by seizing it from enemies during battles alongside the previous king!
Although many knights who were once skilled in battle had grown pot-bellied and no longer valiant after becoming nobles, they were not like this in their youth.
Their treasuries were the result of decades of plunder during their prime, when they were at their most formidable!
To put it bluntly—they might have been the strongest and wealthiest bandits in Britain!
Yet, not even one of their treasuries... no, not even dozens combined could compare to this.
Not just dozens—even hundreds of northern nobles pooled together could not match the wealth in the vault of a single major southern noble!
"How did you embezzle faster than we plundered?"
These northern nobles, mostly newly elevated for following King Uther in campaigns, simply could not comprehend how the old southern aristocracy had achieved such a spectacle...
They fundamentally didn't understand.
While everyone marveled at the scene, King Lucan's father-in-law also sensed something amiss. Turning around, he gaped in shock at his own overflowing vault.
For a fleeting moment, even in such circumstances, a glint of greed flashed in his eyes.
But he quickly came to his senses.
Before he could explain, King Rience scrambled onto the execution platform and kicked him without hesitation!
Just as King Rience was about to draw his sword, he was dragged away by the Paladin Knights.
Even as he was pulled back, King Rience's eyes still blazed with fury!
His clan had guarded southern Britain for generations!
He never imagined these nobles could be so corrupt!
Noah had seen King Rience's actions from the start but did nothing to intervene. As the king, it wasn't his place to deliver the kick himself—letting King Rience do it was just as well.
As for the old noble trembling on the ground...
Hah.
His fate would be decided once his crimes were fully exposed!
Killing him outright would be too merciful!
Noah could barely contain his killing intent.
Morgan's gaze was even colder.
Even Artoria tightened her grip on the sword at her waist!
Embezzling such vast sums was already a crime worthy of ten thousand deaths!
But that wasn't all.
On the other side of the screen, though the knights were equally stunned by the wealth, they knew the entire nation was watching. So, they dutifully continued inspecting the vault piece by piece.
First, they removed the gold and jewels.
This alone took several days!
The broadcast continued intermittently, with personnel dispersing and regrouping multiple times.
Only after all the gold and gems were cleared did everyone gather again to watch what came next.
They were determined to see just how much the old scoundrel had stolen!
Over those days, King Lucan's father-in-law repeatedly pleaded for help and proclaimed his innocence.
But after his infamous scene—denying corruption amid a river of gold spilling from his vault—no one paid him any mind.
Eventually, he gave up explaining and, like the nobles before him, broke down in tears and lamentations.
He howled.
But recently, he had finally lost even the strength to weep bitterly. His entire being lay discarded like a pile of rotten flesh, as if his very soul had departed.
Even King Lucan couldn't be bothered with him anymore.
It wasn't that he hadn't tried his best—but rather that even he had given up on managing the situation!
However, when everyone gathered here again, what they saw wasn't a clear number, but something far more terrifying than any definite figure.
It was a crown.
A crown that felt somewhat familiar to the elders of Camelot!
The moment she saw this crown, Morgan lunged forward. Had Noah not grabbed hold of her and repeatedly comforted her—saying they would kill later, that they would tie him to a cross and burn him alive, since killing him outright wouldn't satisfy their rage—she would have likely jumped up to murder someone right then and there.
As for why...
Because this crown belonged to the king who ruled Camelot two generations ago.
...The father of King Uther, which was Morgan's grandfather's lost relic!
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