I Accidentally Resurrected My Dead Husband - Chapter 138



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Episode 138
Get the money you didn’t receive.

At Smith’s suggestion, Judith remembered the money she had lent, no, the bug.

“Thank you, son, for giving me inspiration.”

Judith smiled and placed in Smith’s hand one of the small scented candles that she gave to each guest as a gift.

Smith’s oily eyes looked at Erne. It was a look that seemed to ask why.

It also meant that he might have gone crazy because his business failed.

Erne shook her head, but inside she was worried.

Is this guy really out of his mind?

“Anyway, if you need a job, come here. Your wife has the makings of an excellent moneylender.”

What are the qualities of a good moneylender? Is it the quality of squeezing people to the bone?

Erne had a lot to say, but swallowed it.

Smith clicked his tongue, shook his head, looked at Judith with pity, and left.

“It was a good thing you turned down Smith’s offer.”

Although she knew that she should do anything that would make money now, Erne hoped that Judith would not get involved in the moneylending business.

Somehow I had an ominous feeling that Judith would do too well, almost to the point of being excessive.

‘If you say you found your calling, you’ll give up the incense business and get into loan sharking… … I’d rather go to the arena.’

Or he could have borrowed money by grabbing the trouser legs of the Marquis of Mosley and Gelard.

Oh, and we can’t forget the emperor.

Then, I could somehow collect the money I borrowed from Smith.

“Yeah, yeah, that was it. Why did I forget that and live like that?”

Erne flinched at the sound of Judith giggling and muttering.

Judith may be going crazy, but she’s not really crazy, right?

“At times like this, you must come to your senses, Miss Harrington.”

Erne pressed Judith’s soft cheeks with his palms and made her look up at him.

“Ern.”

Judith’s eyes met with joy.

Ern flinched again because his eyes were similar to those of Smith, whom he had often seen when he went to pay back the money.

‘I wonder if I am trying to keep the sacredness of the loan sharking industry in the open.’

If you have this much aptitude, then just let it flow as it should… .

No, no. Erne still wanted to keep Judith in the open air. Even if it meant getting involved in illegal gambling.

“There is money you lent me that I never got back.”

“You have that much money? Really?”

Are you saying that you lent money to someone else?

As far as Erne knew, Judith was not the type of person to lend money to anyone.

“So, Erne, go with Sir Henry and get some money.”

“You’re taking the money, right? You’re not stealing it, are you?”

Ern was a knight after all. He would extort alcohol from his colleagues, but he would never take money from a stranger.

“I’ll take it. Erne knows that person too.”

“Who is it?”

“Leon Harrington.”

* * *

It’s been more than half a year since Leon went to Geumjamgo. By now, he must have made quite a bit of money.

‘If you think about it, it’s all thanks to me. If I had given the golden lock to someone else, would Leon have made any money?’

Judith sent Erne, Henry, and even Tan along, fearing that they might get too close to the Golden Lock and be eaten by it again.

With the order to use spiritual powers to collect every single piece of fairy tale.

‘This is the money I deserve.’

It was also the money that was originally supposed to go to Judith Harrington. The money received when Judith was sold to the House of Rhineland.

Is that all?

How much of the gambling money did you give me by working as a seamstress after my family was ruined? And you fed me and gave me clothes.

It would have been better to receive hundreds of millions of won.

‘You’re going to clean it up, right? You should look under the bed too, but you’re only opening the drawers, right?’

At the moment when Judith was regretting not making a list of places they absolutely had to see, Erne and his party were entering Leon’s house.

“It’s a really unique feeling to come and rob someone’s house in broad daylight.”

“How do you feel, Sir Henry?”

“I feel like I’m Mr. Smith’s subordinate.”

Henry muttered as he looked at Leon’s rather plausible lodgings.

“How does it feel to be Mr. Smith, and not Mr. Smith’s subordinate?”

“I bet your wife is feeling like Mr. Smith.”

“iced coffee.”

Tan nodded without a word of objection to Henry’s words. Ern wanted to snap at him, asking what he was talking about to another man’s wife, but she couldn’t bring herself to refute him because what he said was true.

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“Go in.”

He entered Leon’s quarters feeling like one of the Luman brothers assisting Smith.

Leon lived in a luxury inn connected to a gambling house. It seemed he had made quite a bit of money thanks to the gold lock.

Because it was a place where the room rates were so expensive that only those with a lot of money could afford to stay there.

“This is it.”

As soon as Henry pointed to the room number, Erne kicked the door open. The servant came running and questioned him, but when Henry showed her the security guard mark, Erne quietly left.

“I got caught for impersonating someone.”

“I’m sure the Marquis will take care of it.”

Henry, who had become much more shameless, put the police mark back in his bosom and strode into the room.

“Who, who are you?”

Leon woke up staggering from his drunken state lying on the bed.

Tan closed the door, frowning at the musty smell of alcohol and alcohol lingering in the room.

Because it is not good for other people to see you taking the money.

“Wait a minute, you’re the guy who lived with Judith!”

Leon blinked, recognized Erne, and glared at her.

“Are you still living with that, huh?”

“then?”

“I am your superior. You must be polite.”

He sold his younger sister and now his superiors don’t care. It wasn’t even worth responding to, so Ern just frowned.

Regardless, Leon muttered that Judith was good at tying up one man.

“Ugh, ugh.”

It was the moment when Ern took a step to subdue Leon as if there was nothing more to hear. Leon scratched his ear and let out a groan of pain.

“This damn bug, ugh, it’s noisy, it’s noisy, it’s noisy.”

Blood flowed from the tips of his fingers that had been scratched hard. The golden worm was gnawing at Leon.

Regardless, Erne threw a letter from Judith in front of Leon.

It was a debt collection notice. It contained the payment for Leon’s support, the money he had taken from him from time to time, compensation for gambling debts and assault, and the money he had received from Cliff in exchange for Judith’s marriage.

“What are you doing, everyone? Get lost.”

Erne said, looking away from Leon, who was reading Judith’s letter while scratching his ear in the corner. Henry and Tan took out a large suitcase.

“Scrape it all up and put it in.”

At a short command, Henry and Tan dispersed to opposite sides. Erne, heading towards the display case in front, roughly opened the door.

As I pulled out the bag from inside the display case, the weight on my hand felt heavy.

When he opened the bag slightly, it was filled with gold and silver coins. Ern smiled faintly and put the bag in his suitcase.

“No, my money, with a letter like this. Ugh, damn bug, be quiet, be quiet.”

Instead of rushing at Ern, Leon started hitting his head hard. Ern just looked at Leon and clicked her tongue.

“Sir Ern, there is some very high-quality liquor here. It’s untouched.”

“Okay, take care of it.”

Even though he had lost all his money gambling, Leon still had a lot of money piled up in his room thanks to the money his father earned from his gambling.

Erne collected everything, including the gold nuggets hidden under her bed as emergency funds and the clothes made of expensive silk worn by those who frequented gambling establishments.

“Ouch.”

Finally, Erne ripped off Leon’s necklace and left the room, pushing Leon away as he cried.

Smiles appeared on the faces of the three people who entered empty-handed but came out with heavy hands.

And Judith, who came out in front of the mansion to greet them, had an even bigger and brighter smile on her face.

Erne and her party waited for Judith’s praise to pour in.

however,

“Oh my, my bug, how wonderful.”

“… … ?”

“How could he have saved so many things so frugally? He’s a good guy, a good guy.”

Erne realized that praise was not theirs until Judith left, clutching nothing but a bag of gold coins.

* * *

Judith counted the things she had taken from Leon’s house.

He sorted through everything, including money, gold coins, and gold-plated buttons on shirts.

“This shirt is made of high-quality fabric. I guess I can sell it used.”

Judith also put her shirt aside. The next thing she held in her hand was a pocket watch with a small jewel set into it.

“Oh my, you even have a watch?”

I don’t know why a gambler would carry a watch. To make sure he gets to the casino on time?

Judith clicked her tongue inwardly and entered her new fortune into the ledger.

“It’s about three thousand gold.”

Our gold nugget bugs, we’ve been collecting them very well. This should last us for a while.

I never thought that one day Leon would be useful.

“No, the gold mine makes even gamblers rich, so why is the Count of Rhineland so deep in debt?”

Judith clicked her tongue as she thought of herself suffering because of that debt.

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