BXBX NOVEL Chapter 470 The Director
Chapter 470 The Director
Wittral was falsely accused as a traitor by Fentan City\'s Bureau of Intelligence of Security. As rumours spread, people took up arms. And eventually, twelve days later, Wittral\'s corpse was found in Resnesk City, beaten beyond recognition.
There were blatant signs of torture, of a variety. The cruelty displayed was to such an extent that the common populace was unable to bear witnessing the sight, actively avoiding the Information Slips circulated with the image.
But two months later, enough evidence was submitted to the Court for Wittral to be declared innocent. Unfortunately, he was already dead by then.
Finc Brimgan, Chief of Fentan City\'s Bureau of Intelligence and Security ended up taking the fall for being the individual behind the spread of rumours. He was imprisoned in the end.
To date, Yarsha Zahara was alive, having transformed Varahan Mansion into an unbreakable fortress, the likes of which even the Fentan City Lord would fail to penetrate.
Public opinion shifted easily. Since the authorities dared not kill the Boar King\'s wife and family, they had framed an innocent bystander into being the target for the public to vent their anger upon. When truth got out that Wittral was merely a brewer working at the Misty Flake Tea House and had worked tirelessly to serve top-notch drinks to the customers that were cheaper than Elixirs of the same effect, people came to their own conclusions.
Since Wittral and Amita were a couple, with her being adopted as Farloon Brimgan\'s daughter, their political rival, Finc Brimgan had used the opportunity to kill Wittral. If not for Farloon Brimgan protecting Amita Brimgan, she too would have ended up dead in a random ditch mysteriously.
The cultivation technique practiced by Amita and Wittral were open to the public for purchase. It implied their goodwill and displayed their character that was selfless by nature.
As a result, Amita Brimgan was painted as a pitiful victim who lost her beloved and gained public support. She used that momentum to contribute to the community and sold powerful Iron Grade Cultivation Techniques for the minimum most price possible, garnering further support.
Moreover, she used the chance to capitalise on the void left behind by Yarsha Zahara, displaying abilities superior to her, and soon enough, obtained her seat and gained access to libraries where cultivation techniques were archived, researched and developed.
Through her stellar contribution that also included the creation of powerful Skills for the Brimgan Royals, she was quickly accepted into the elite circles and was granted seats of authority such as Director, Honorary Director, Council Member, etc. across various institutions.
The Director position in the Bureau of Attribute Acquisition soon became hers. Despite powerful competitors vying for the seat, she managed to remain in position for the past two years and planned to do so for the remaining four years.
Currently, she was educating the younger generation of Royals and brought awareness to them, as many among them intended to take part. Competition would be tough as valuable materials were spotted even in the Tenth layer. There were Minor Treasures available from the Second layer onwards.
So, even old monsters that had lived for a millennium were raring to participate. It was Amita Brimgan\'s task to convey all the information compiled by her organisation to these Royals.
"That\'ll be all. Any questions?" She sighed at the end of an exhausting day, watching a hand rise up in response. Without displaying any hints of exhaustion, she nodded at the Royal, watching him stand up and ask something that had been on the minds of everyone.
"Your husband was killed because he was accused of being related to the Boar King. What\'s your take on Varahan Mansion?" The youth asked.
"They need to be killed, obviously." Amita Brimgan nodded, gritting her teeth to express rage, "But this isn\'t the time. Our Raid team isn\'t ready yet. Besides, if we were to kill her, the Boar King will return in a matter of days. All our plans would be disrupted."
"What do you propose in that case, Director?" The youth asked further.
"Wait until the Attribute and all the Minor Treasures in the Attributed Region is ours." Amita said and clapped murderously, expressing her intent to slaughter the Boar King\'s family, "And then, we\'ll slaughter them all."
Clap! Clap! Clap!
All the Royals cheered at her response, feeling that she was the most logical among everyone. Even though she expressed her feelings of hatred, her decision was logical, which earned their admiration.
"The Director is different."
"Yeah, she explains everything with spectacular clarity. Honestly, her one hour of lecture is worth a month\'s time of learning. I gained more now than by training at home."
"Did you hear rumours about her?"
"What rumours?"
"I heard she was specifically trained by Fhoong Brimgan to lead the Free Humans. She was born special. They say she also gained special abilities from a Mudropper."
"A Mudropper was alive? I\'ll be damned! Please tell me someone killed it!"
"I\'m not sure about that. But I think His Majesty the Emperor took care of that."
"Anyway, she\'s really impressive. Too bad she\'s a married woman."
"Idiot, her husband died. Besides, she has no children. So, shoot your shot."
The Royals discussed with hushed tones as they left the auditorium, shooting glances at Amita Brimgan in admiration.
"Director, I heard you\'re interested in Elixirs. I hope you like this one." A Royal approached Amita and presented a vial with the lid shaped into a flower.
"Oh my, that looks pretty. Thank you," Amita received the vial and smiled happily, "I\'ll treasure it."
"Work hard to be selected, alright?"
"Yes!" The Royal said, ignorant of his voice growing in pitch unconsciously in excitement as he ran out of the auditorium.
"Director…" Another Royal approached her and gave her a similarly flower-shaped vial and left the auditorium full of smiles, "I\'ll make you proud."
"I\'ll be rooting for you." Amita replied with a smile and placed the vial in her bag. Had anyone peered into the bag, they would have noticed that it was filled with vials in the shape of a variety of flowers.
A rumour somehow spread that Amita Brimgan was interested in two things, flowers, and Elixirs. As a result, those expressing interest in her fused the two together to gift her Elixirs stored in vials shaped like flowers.
Once everyone had left, she stood alone in the auditorium and looked into her vial-filled bag, smiling helplessly, \'In a day, I earned more than the past six years.\'
Even the cheapest vial was a Low-Grade Elixir capable of granting the consumer 80 Prana. Those were among the minority. The majority were Mid-Grade Elixirs. Amita even spotted some High-Grade Elixirs, feeling her head spin in response, \'How come brats in the Body Stage possess such wealth?\'
\'Anyhow, I can easily reach the peak of the Body Stage now, thanks to them.\' She only needed to consume one High-Grade Elixir for that, but had many. Today\'s lecture was geared towards the youngest generation among the Brimgan Royalty.
She had pursuers among the older generations too. And their gifts were even more exorbitant. She didn\'t waste the Elixirs and instead planned to consume them all. After all, using them, she was able to accelerate the development of her Sumatra Gold Skeleton and was nearing completion for her preparations to summon a Bolt of Transcendence.
"Are you there, Dhya?" Amita shouted and smiled in relief upon seeing a woman enter, bearing the title as her Secretary, "Thank goodness. I need your help sorting through the files necessary for the meeting tonight."
"I\'m on it, Madam." Dhya said and eyed Amita. The duo smiled. They were behind Wittral\'s death, having used Subtle Terrain Domination on a poor bloke to transform him into a realistic corpse of Wittral.
Using the false narrative, Amita turned the tables to pun the blame on Finc Brimgan and got rid of this political rival, as a result able to grow freely in Fentan City. She then did everything in her power to shift focus of public anger onto the Boar King, using both anger and sympathy as fuel for her ballistic growth.
Everything was a well-calibrated scheme.