Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 36 The Restoration of Eldaria
In the quiet woods, a man carried a briefcase and was counting a stack of banknotes in his hand.

People from small towns are indeed easy to fool; a few words are enough to earn them over a hundred gold coins.

He smelled the banknotes and stuffed them all into the inner pocket of his coat.

So I hummed a little tune, thinking that I could have a few craft beers tonight.

Just then, a gust of wind blew by, and a few grains of dust got into his eyes.

“Shit.”

The man muttered curses, but when he opened his eyes again, he was stunned.

Before them stood a solemn and magnificent palace, and on the throne at the very top of the palace sat a tall figure, as imposing as a ferocious beast.

The man's eyes widened. The figure on the throne looked exactly like Emperor Rean the Great in historical oil paintings!
He stared at all of this in a daze for a long time, then covered his head and chuckled dryly a few times.

"I... I must be dreaming, right? It's broad daylight, haha!"

He turned and walked back.

But suddenly an invisible force slapped him across the face, knocking him to the ground, making him see stars.

"Dream my ass!"

The man on the throne cursed angrily, then slapped him again, leaving him clutching his head, completely disoriented.

"You scoundrel! How dare you use my name to amass wealth! Who gave you the audacity!"

The man was completely startled awake by the angry shout. He immediately knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly to the ground.

"Your Majesty, spare me! Your Majesty, spare me! I... I'm just a nobody, someone told me to do this!"

"Who told you to do that!"

"I...I..." the man stammered, unable to get the words out.

"Humph"

Caesar sneered, "Can't answer? No problem, I'm bored anyway, you can stay and keep me company!"

The man was terrified; his face turned deathly pale, and then his eyes rolled back, and he fell face-up on the ground, unconscious.

Caesar sat on the throne in silence for a few seconds, then the palace vanished like melting snow, turning into a silent forest, and his figure transformed into a child.

"That scared him to death."

He walked over and looked at the man whose body was convulsing, and said...

Well, he was quite frightened. When he wakes up, he'll probably just think it was a dream, and I doubt he'll dare to lie to people again.

Since he gained access to magic from Ita, he now has enough power to use some low-level spells. It was originally just a simple illusion, but it unexpectedly scared him into fainting.

I picked up the suitcase from the ground; it was heavy and looked like it contained a lot of things.

Upon opening it, Caesar was stunned.

A whole box full of green, bundles of banknotes.

And they're all the largest denominations, up to one hundred!

At this moment, even his movements froze, and he almost stopped breathing.

I've never seen so much money since I was resurrected!

Take out a bundle from inside and run your finger along the edge.

It's genuine and of high quality, with no adulteration.

He glanced at the man lying on the ground again and realized that this was definitely not an ordinary person.

What kind of person could carry such a large sum of money?

They closed the suitcase and searched him.

After searching through the items, he found a wallet, a letter, and a booklet.

The wallet contained only a little over three hundred taels of silver, two bank cards, and a business card. The name on the business card was "Martin Pearce".

He then looked at the booklet.

The booklet cover was gray, and upon opening it, a title was printed on the title page:
"The Handbook for the Restoration of the Eldaria Kingdom"

"Hmm?" he asked in confusion.

Restoration of the country?

Is it a replica of Eldaria?
He glanced at the man with surprise, then continued reading.

"We stand at the crossroads of history, atop the ruins of an empire. The dust of history cannot bury everything. We will eventually raise our torches and reignite the flames of the Eldaria Empire!"

Flipping through the contents, one finds various organizational guidelines, as well as goals and requirements for different stages, listed in great detail, with various points of attention marked.

For example, when members promote the Restoration Society, they prepare different speeches for different groups of people. For high-elite groups, they advocate their ideals and goals, and present the organization as an ideal entity to restart its former glory.

For ordinary people, some necessary special measures can be taken.

It's likely that they fabricated an outrageous rumor that the Holy Yuan Emperor was still alive, aiming to lure willing victims.

Good heavens, really good heavens!
I initially thought he was just a small-time con artist, but it turns out he has an entire organization behind him? They've even released their manifesto.

Unexpectedly, before he even made a move, someone had already set up an organization for him.

So they're considered one of us?

He then picked up the letter, opened it, and began to read.

"Dear Bernard, it's heartbreaking to hear from you over there. I know things are getting increasingly complicated, and we might need to be more cautious. Those people from the Krall Bureau have been lurking around my villa lately. I can't wait any longer; at least, I can't let my actions ruin the organization."
I will resign from the Restoration Society and leave Fein in April. The Madonan Chamber of Commerce gave me a large sum of money in advance. To be honest, this reward is not much, considering how much money I have helped them make over the years in the name of the Restoration Society.

Here is 80,000 gold coins, the portion I promised you before. The bank isn't safe anymore, so I specifically asked Martin to bring it to you. I know it's not a large sum, but given the current situation, I hope you can understand.
In addition, you can completely trust Martin. He's a very eloquent guy, and he might be able to help you in some ways.

Your loyal Helen is supreme.

After reading the letter, Caesar covered his forehead.

Well, this is a shady organization that uses the guise of the Restoration Society to make money. Don't even think about relying on them to do anything. The existence of such things is really exhausting for him.

Don't generalize individual actions to the empire.

but
His gaze fell upon the entire suitcase full of money.

Now that you have all restored the Kingdom of Eldaria, wouldn't your money be the national treasury's money, and wouldn't the national treasury's money be my money?

Is there any problem if I take it?

"It's been confiscated,"

Net worth plus 80,000.

Now the question is what to do with this money. Putting it in a bank is definitely not an option, and it's impossible to tell Yumilia directly that she found it; she would definitely hand it over to the police.

Is there any place that is absolutely safe and will not be discovered?

Of course, it's the Formless Heavenly Realm.

He took the money directly to the Boundless Heavenly Realm and placed it behind the throne.

Taking the money hidden away in the Wuxiang Heavenly Realm feels like a waste of resources.
Touch the smooth surface of the suitcase.

Indeed, the pleasure that money brings is the most direct.

Back in reality, they dragged the still dazed Martin into the woods, leaving him with his wallet and all that, just taking the money inside.

Caesar was especially kind and left him a few taels of gold, enough for his travel expenses.

Having done all this, Caesar turned to walk back, thinking as he went:

"Wow, isn't this a bit too much of a coincidence? That Martin just happened to run into me here."

Caesar stroked his chin thoughtfully, thinking that he should at least investigate this matter.

(End of this chapter)