I was a charlatan in India

The subordinates looked at each other, then turned to the old steward.

They always felt that it would be a bit of a waste to suffer in the cold all night without getting something in return.

The butler's expression was also unpredictable.

He didn't have such naive ideas, but he was equally troubled about what to do with Dana.

Dana was destined to die no matter what.

If he manages to escape and returns with a premeditated revenge, I'm not sure I can handle it.

The master is a formidable character.

Even though Dana was in dire straits, the butler still thought so.

But after hearing what he just said, I really can't kill him right now; keeping him by my side would be a disaster.

Who knows if they might wipe out their entire organization?

After waiting for a while and seeing that his subordinates showed no intention of making a move, Dana finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"Gentlemen, if you are willing to spare that horse, then I thank you in advance."

"We are all from the bottom of society, and it is not easy to make a living. I have robbed others a lot in my life. Now that times have changed, the law of the jungle is no longer a problem."

"Therefore, if I am fortunate enough to make a comeback in the future, I will only remember the kindness of everyone who spared my life, and I will never seek revenge. Please rest assured."

"I am deeply grateful for everyone's care in the past, and I would like to express my gratitude today."

He even gave these servants an excuse to justify their evil deeds.

There's nothing we can do about it.

This group was a hastily assembled bunch; heaven knows what each of them was thinking.

Some people are even simple-minded; they don't think things through when they have an idea.

For these guys, even the slightest hesitation is not satisfying or enjoyable enough, and goes against their clear-headed and decisive nature.

But you know what, they are the biggest threat.

In a moment of impulse, one might just kill themselves.

Only by clearly explaining the advantages, disadvantages, and potential risks can the probability of an accident be reduced to the greatest extent possible.

Having said almost everything he needed to say, Dana struggled to his feet and tentatively began to leave.

"etc!"

Several servants blocked their way.

Dana looked up and saw that the leader was the subordinate who had tried to take a kickback from the venue a few days ago.

The other person was staring at him with a forced smile.

"Sir, what you say is clear, but we've all served you loyally for so many years, shouldn't we at least show some appreciation?"

He looked around and raised his voice.

"But if we release you today, expecting you to send money later is unrealistic. For now..."

"If you're penniless, then you're a pauper; otherwise, use your fat body to make everyone laugh!"

After saying that, he kicked Dana in the face, making him stagger.

"Sir, how about we ride on your head for a while and experience what it's like to be superior?"

He patted his thigh.

"By crawling between his legs when he was little, you've repaid the kindness you owed him in the past."

"What do you say, is it good or not!?"

The old butler frowned slightly.

This is inappropriate.

If Dana continues to be humiliated, it will undoubtedly increase his hatred and make him more likely to seek revenge in the future.

But seeing the commotion around him, he dared not stop it.

The master is weak and powerless; he's not that strong either. Now that he has no backing, who could possibly be his master?

However, this person cannot be allowed to live.

If you can treat Dana this way today, you can treat yourself this way tomorrow.

Moreover, without orders, they acted on their own and were out of control.

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

Dana clenched his fists, his chubby fingers turning white, whether from the bleeding wound on his arm or from using too much force.

But he desperately tried to hide his anger, lowered his head, and slowly crawled towards the other man's crotch.

At the same time, he answered in a trembling voice.

"……good."

Dana is too fat.

He squeezed through one head at a time and got stuck in place.

While laughing, the subordinate straddled his neck, twisted his waist, and slapped Dana across the face.

"What are you waiting for? Drill in!"

"Hahaha, so even a master can be someone else's dog!"

"Ooh ooh ooh! Crawling through the dog hole!"

"Pah! What kind of talk is that? Does that make me a dog hole?!"

"Hahahaha..."

Dana didn't understand why he was hated so much in their eyes.

They could only close their eyes and crawl forward in humiliation.

He was somewhat dazed, as if he saw the fawning smiles of his former servants, his own triumphant figure in the business world, and...

But when I squinted, all I could see was the dirty ground again.

Even Shenhe couldn't stand it anymore and was considering whether to give him a hand.

Among the people nearby, there were undoubtedly followers of Shenhe, so he was fully aware of what was happening.

Some of these believers were recruited randomly, while others were spies who sneaked in during the distribution of porridge.

I would say that I was one of the instigators of this situation.

He felt a little guilty and compassionate.

However, the divine part of Shenhe repeatedly reminded him that, setting aside right and wrong, the perpetrators were his believers.

This Dana not only had no value to him, but also harbored heretical ideas.

He shouldn't have interfered.

That's not right.

This doesn't align with my values.

Shenhe began to be alert; clearly, his thinking habits had undergone a significant change.

If it weren't for the Dana incident, he probably wouldn't have realized it by now.

Was it the influence of the Buddha's light, or some other factor...?

Shenhe was somewhat unsure.

Because his thought just now was definitely not in line with the interests of Buddhism, but rather with the system of asceticism and the bestowal of blessings.

Or rather, the divine office of Shiva.

He had always regarded the power of asceticism as his own strength, but upon careful reflection on his journey, he realized there were significant problems within it.

For example, the sudden theft of believers' belongings started after the doctor spread rumors, and the number of believers gradually increased.

He was initially very resistant to this.

Or, without any psychological burden, they design ascetic systems, or even impose modern hellish management methods on believers.

This is probably... the behavior following the surge in the number of believers after the porridge distribution.

Yes, as expected, every time the number of believers increases, or the power of asceticism increases, I will accept even more extreme behaviors in order to gain power.

He is now clearly cultivating believers.

If it were the early Shenhe, he would clearly be a responsible guy who wanted to support believers.

He would even travel back from the present for Mina's sake.

Although there was also a consideration to save one's life, the anxiety at the time was undoubtedly genuine.

Now, some of his actions, which come naturally to him, feel unfamiliar even to himself.

This blessing system is flawed.

There's a big problem.

Just as he was pondering this, the servant who had been teasing Dana finally got tired of it.

He pressed down on Dana's broad back, twisted his hips, turned around, and stomped heavily on the back of Dana's head.

"Bang!"

"The master kowtowed to the servant!"

He sang loudly.

Laughter erupted all around.

Of course, there were also many subordinates who had received favors from Dana, such as Dana's sedan chair carriers.

He sought refuge in Dana when his son was seriously ill.

At that time, they didn't even know how to carry a sedan chair.

It was Dana who cured his son's illness, took him in, and taught him how to make money.

But faced with the atrocities of today, he merely turned his head away, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.

If we speak up rashly now, we might end up getting bullied together.

The master did indeed do him a favor, but that favor...

It's all in the past now.

Dana was so dizzy from the stomp that he felt lightheaded.

He lost his balance and knocked the servant to the ground.

"Damn it, it can't even hold a person steady, it's worse than an animal."

The servants, enraged, scrambled to their feet and began punching and kicking Dana.

"alright."

Even the old butler couldn't stand it anymore.

If other subordinates follow suit, I'm afraid I won't be able to manage things properly in the future.

"If we really hurt him, we'll get into trouble too."

The old butler tossed down a small bag of money and a few pieces of thick cloth, and said dryly.

"Master, we've been master and servant for a while, so please take this money as travel expenses."

"As for that little bit of fabric, it'll keep you warm enough to keep you from freezing to death outside."

Dana, panting heavily, reached out his trembling hand to the money bag, then gripped it tightly.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he was already filled with hostility.

But he gritted his teeth and nodded.

"……Thanks."