Gravedigger of the Empire

Chapter 47 The Old Accountant

An old house, the kind where the sound of boots on the stairs can be heard throughout the entire building.

The door was made of solid wood, with rusty handles; it was the kind of rotten wooden door that could be kicked open into the room with a single kick.

There was a door number on the door that had completely faded but was still legible: 2-4.

Second floor, number four, simple and rudimentary.

Löw knocked on the dilapidated door, and an old man with a full head of white hair, wearing an old suit, opened the door.

When he saw Löw, an excited smile appeared on his face. Then the old man took a step back and opened the door a crack: "Mr. Löw! Please come in!"

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After saying that, he noticed that there was a young officer standing behind Löw.

"Who is this?"

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"This is Mr. Kahn. The matters we discussed earlier—will be decided by him." Love briefly introduced Kahn, then gestured for him to proceed.

Kahn didn't refuse and walked into the house without hesitation, looking around to the left and right.

The room was very clean, with a large, conspicuous bookshelf piled high with all sorts of books, some tattered and worn.

It's clear that the owner of this room frequently reads these books, because they wouldn't be this old if they were just for decoration.

"Hello! My name is Kahn, Kahn Miles!" Kahn extended his hand and politely introduced himself again.

The old man was a little nervous. He glanced at Love before extending his hand and shaking hands with Kahn: "Hello!"

Sir! My name is Albert Hearn — originally, I was a university professor.

Kahn noticed a photograph on the bookshelf. In the photograph, an old man was standing next to a young man and an old woman who was smiling shyly.

He turned to Albert: "I heard from Love that you were fired?"

"Yes, I lost my job." The old man nodded somewhat forlornly. "Even earlier, I lost my son."

Clearly, Albert noticed Kahn's gaze, and he made no attempt to hide anything: "My son gave his life for this country in the final year of the war—"

"My wife, overcome with grief, also left me forever two years ago." The old man pointed to the photo: "I made a mistake on the podium—so I have to pay the price for my mistake."

Kahn nodded. On the way, he had heard Love talk a lot about the old man: "I heard that you later worked as an accountant for a while."

"I'm very good at math—" the old man said, mentioning the part of his life he was most proud of.

"If you work for me, you might come into contact with some—secrets." Kahn stared into the old man's eyes, hoping to glean something from them.

The old man's eyes were like a pool of muddy water, devoid of any luster.

"Look at me now, I can take any secret to the grave, sir," he replied frankly.

"Perhaps the rest of your life will be very interesting, Albert." Kahn nodded, deciding to use the man in front of him for a while.

Because he simply couldn't find anyone he could completely trust in a short period of time.

"Then I'll be at your service, Mr. Kahn." Old Albert was also a bachelor, since he was now a bachelor.

"Love!" Kahn looked at his henchman and explained the situation clearly: "Our accounts will be handled by Albert from now on."

"Understood!" Love was also excited, because this was the first person he had found who satisfied Kahn.

"Rent him a decent place near the hotel—Albert, you need a new outfit," Kahn ordered, glancing at the old house.

The old man hadn't even tidied up his clothes and bedding: "There's nothing of value here anymore—"

I think I might never come back.

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He planned to leave like this, without taking anything with him.

"What about these books?" Löw looked at the huge bookshelf.

"They're already here," Albert said proudly, pointing to his head.

Kahn nodded: "The photo?"

"I'm not going to live for the past anymore," Albert replied, looking at the photograph. "I will live every last moment of my life to the fullest, for them and for myself."

"Then let's go." Kahn smiled, turned around, and walked out of the house.

"Are you really willing to give up all this?" Love asked Albert in a low voice from behind Kahn.

Albert smiled:

"I've told you before, I've obeyed the law for fifty years, but now I'm planning to change my way of life—"

There were two people when they came, but there were three when they left.

Löw settled the house deal in just over two hours, partly because he now had a lot of money at his disposal.

On the other hand, the residents of the nearby streets would give this suddenly appearing man some face.

According to Kahn, the restaurant owner, Löw, was a philanthropist who would give away some food or money to his neighbors.

Meanwhile, the two burly thugs that Löw had hired often loitered around the area, taking care of any trouble they encountered and maintaining order in the neighborhood.

Many neighbors thought that Love was a gang leader, so they didn't dare to mess with him.

Those who have been helped by him feel even more that he is a good person, and they are eager to get close to him.

So when they heard that Löw needed to rent a house, someone immediately helped him, and a house was found very quickly.

When Love brought back the good news, Albert was sitting at a table in the hotel, looking down at the account books.

"Where did this money go?" he asked as he saw Love walk over, pointing to a string of numbers.

"It's gone, and the purpose—I lent it to someone else. I guess, maybe, I probably won't get it back." Löw was a little embarrassed.

That was money he lent to several neighbors. They were struggling financially, but they were all good people who would help him out when he needed it.

"And these?" the old man asked again.

"Mr. Kahn took it, and for what purpose—well, I don't know either," Love said honestly.

"And here?" Albert pointed to another spot with his finger.

"Can I say?" Love looked at Kahn beside him.

"Okay." Kahn nodded. Since he had brought the people here, he would naturally use them.

"That was for bribing the police," Löw replied truthfully.

The old man, Albert, took off his glasses, looked up, and frowned as he stared at Löw:

"You must have made a lot of money."

"How did you know?" Löw was taken aback.

"Such a mess," Albert said, pointing to the chaotic ledger. "If you weren't making enough money, you would have gone bankrupt long ago."

"Pfft—hahahaha!" Kahn couldn't help but burst out laughing.

He leaned back in his chair, a smug look on his face: "That's right, we made a lot of money."

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