Lord of the Mysteries

Keeping a smile and calming down, Emlin responded:

"I can find enough helpers."

In this matter, he did not want to rely too much on the blood power, because then, he would undoubtedly be reduced to a liaison, bystanders, and messenger, and he would have no say in the distribution of the final booty.

The Duke and Marquis of the blood race have no direct descendants who want to be promoted to demigods and become counts.

In the beginning, Emlin believed in his bloodline savior identity, and believed that the big men above could treat everything and every member fairly, but as the "upside down man" analyzed the high bloodlines such as the Marquis of Nibais again and again With the intent hidden in the orders, actions and words, Emlin gradually became wary.

Maric frowned slightly invisibly:

"Sherlock Moriarty?"

A moment of confusion, Emlin adjusted his sitting posture and said:

"Why do you think it's him?"

In the past, he would definitely say "Why mention Sherlock Moriarty, he has left Bakerland for almost two years", but now he can acutely detect that Maric's words are hiding some With this information, he subconsciously adjusted his rhetorical question.

In the eyes of this "wraith", isn't Sherlock Moriarty simple? Well, he wasn't easy ... Emlin made a guess in his heart while talking.

Hearing Emlin's question, Malic's eyes suddenly became strange, as if he knew the blood viscount for the first time.

He quickly converged on the surface anomaly, and his voice said without emotion:

"We need to think about it.

"I hope that next time you meet, you can come up with a more convincing solution."

"No problem." Emlin breathed a sigh of relief.

He immediately stood up, and gave a very gentle manner.

After agreeing on the contact method, he put on a silk bowler hat and turned out of the room.

When returning to his home, Emlin couldn't help but go through his preliminary plans in his mind:

"As long as a cooperation agreement is reached with the demigod of the Department of the Rose School, I can take it to the marquis and dukes to use the‘ 1 ’class seal in the family ...

"On the grounds of the cooperation partner's request, reject the demigods in the clan and not let them directly intervene ...

"Well, to reach an agreement, we must show enough strength to convince Maric ... they can only post tasks at the Tarot Conference to see if Ms. 'Hermit', 'Miss Justice', 'Mr. Hanging Man' are willing Accept the commission, and Miss Magician can also consider that she can summon the projection of Gullman Sparo of the World ...

"The biggest problem now is that I can't pay enough ...

"You can only try to advance, or promise, and wait until I become the count ..."

Thinking of this, Emlin suddenly rejoiced that he had joined the Tarot Club.

This is the only organization he knows that can exchange future commitments for current supplies.

Within the blood race, in the Orthodox Church, you must accumulate merits step by step to have the opportunity to wait for extraordinary characteristics and promotion rituals. Sometimes, an extraordinary person may not be able to make enough contributions in his life.

This is like a credit loan guaranteed by Mr. "Fool", which can be used to issue tasks, wait until the promotion is successful again or repay in installments ... Emlin habitually leans the essence of things on things he is familiar with.

Although he has never borrowed money from the bank himself, some bloodlines have rich experience and often communicate internally.

——Most of them have a fixed and costly hobby, and the precious things in the collection are difficult to realize again and again, they have to rely on acquaintances to borrow, bank loans and other means to turn around.

Emlin remembers a **** clan who was not good at business and made money purely as a doctor. He fancy a precious piece of art and bought it through a loan from Bakerland Bank.

Later, he was reluctant to give the mortgaged property. He relied on his life to be long enough, and it took a full two hundred years to pay it in installments. Of course, nominally, the father died, the son took over, the son died, and the grandson took over.

Emlin's evaluation of this is: very honest.

…………

Beckland, North District, outside St. Samuel's Church.

Citizens lined up in a row and took toasts, dried mushrooms, and candied fruits from the staff of the Ruen Poor Fund.

Their team extended from outside the church door to the square, and circled several times, looking at each other with dense crowds.

Audrey stood on the steps behind Melissa, taking all of this into her eyes.

She saw all the citizens with a pale yellow face, her longing in her eyes, her mother holding the baby, and anxiously looking at the team that did not seem to be shrinking in front of her. She saw many people in bright clothes, formal clothes, long skirts, and some people. He lowered the brim and put on the veil, and he didn't seem to want anyone around him to recognize who he was.

From time to time, some people do not want to follow the order and are dragged out by the priests and police who help maintain the team and thrown to the end.

Food was delivered piece by piece, and the cloth bags stacked behind the long table dried up one after the other, and then emptied.

Finally, all the food was served, but the long line was only half less.

Citizens who did not receive the relief showed mixed feelings of disappointment, depression, resentment and begging, but they did not make a noise, did not argue, moved their steps mechanically, and hurried to other food distribution points.

Such things, they have experienced too many times in the past one or two months. It has long been known that unnecessary emotional outbursts will only waste their own physical strength and cannot be quickly transferred to another relief point. Or cheap food outlets.

At this moment, their expressions were numb, and their eyes left the square slightly empty, like groups of living corpses.

In the process, a woman holding her child's feet softened and fell to the ground.

Her child was crying suddenly, and there was obvious pain in her voice.

Crying and crying, the child choked and said:

"Mom, I'm so hungry ..."

"There will be food soon, there will be food soon, there will be food in Memorial Day Square ..." The woman picked up the child, patted his back, and shed tears as she said.

Seeing this, Audrey was about to speak, but she saw Melissa taking out a piece of food from the wooden box under the long table and trotting towards the mother and son.

"I didn't see it, there was another ..." Melissa crouched down, handed out the bread, dried mushrooms and preserved fruits, and explained it in a low voice, fearing to cause competition among the citizens around.

The rest of the food was actually prepared for Foundation staff who had been busy for a long time, and Melissa sent her own.

The woman took the food and repeated it to the child, saying:

"thanks, thanks……"

The child hugged the food tightly and said childishly to his mother:

"thanks, thanks……"

Audrey glanced around subconsciously, and found that the church's pastor, most police officers, and the "night watchmen" who were secretly guarding against accidents inside the citizens, at this time with undisguised sympathy, compassion, and sadness.

When the citizens basically left, Audrey picked up her food and handed it to Melissa:

"you deserved."

Melissa looked at Miss Hall in front of her and shook her head:

"I gave it to me.

"Miss Hall, don't worry, I will have food when I get home. My brother is a government employee ..."

Audrey smiled and stuffed toast, dried mushrooms and dried fruit into Melissa's hands:

"You don't have to worry about me, my family is busy preparing desserts for me outside."

While talking, she took a wooden box from her maid Anne and opened it to Melissa.

The wooden box contains delicately shaped cucumber sandwiches, cream muffins, and small carrot cakes.

Melissa's face showed obvious mistakes, and she looked deeply at the desserts for a few seconds, then looked up at Miss Audrey Hall.

Immediately she lowered her head and said nothing, sipped the toast with the clear water prepared by St. Samuel's Church.

Audrey seemed to be "petrified" by her eyes, holding the wooden box and standing still. She didn't move for a few seconds, but just squeezed her lips tightly.

…………

After the fifth batch of Moon City residents received purification and healing, and enjoyed the magical mushrooms, this ancient city-state became a follower of the "Fool" without resistance, turning the Holy One, the God, and the Lord Godman Spa. Luo greeted the city.

Klein followed by a massive mass that healed the remaining Moontowners with "Dark Cross" and "Staff of Life."

The high priest, Nimes, came out of the quarantine observation, and at the end of Mass, asked respectfully:

"What is the full name of God, Lord?"

Klein looked around, scratching his face, solemnly:

"Fools who do not belong to this era ..."

After explaining the honorable name, he specifically emphasized:

"Pray not to recite your name in full, only when there are important things."

Otherwise, his "fool" will be disturbed by the "work phone".

Nim was not surprised at all, because the ancient sun **** was the same.

He thought about it and asked:

"What are the specific requirements for the ceremony of sacrificing the Lord?"

Klein said eloquently:

"God says the eighth commandment is to serve me with heart, not a sacrifice.

"The ritual is the most important thing is piety. Others don't require it. It can be very simple."

Anyway, the Lord didn't care ... After speaking, Klein added a silent sentence in his heart.

After clarifying this matter, he raised his right hand and pointed at the pile of mushrooms in front of him:

"The Lord has given you these mushrooms to give you a good harvest.

"These mushrooms use monster flesh as nutrients, can grow and reproduce quickly, and accumulate all toxins, pollution, and madness in the pure black mushroom. This can be used as a curse medium or an arrow paint ..."

The residents of Yuecheng listened with excitement, shook hands, buried their heads, and shouted:

"Praise the 'Fool'!"

At this moment, Klein seemed to hear countless illusory sounds coming out of the air, mixed with real praise, surrounding him and fixing him.