Keeping his smile and calming down, Emlin responded:

"I can find enough helpers."

In this matter, he did not want to rely too much on the power of the blood clan, because in that case, he would undoubtedly become a liaison, a bystander, and a reporter, and had no say in the distribution of the final spoils.

The dukes and marquis of the blood clan have many direct descendants who want to be promoted to demigods and become counts.

At first, Emlin believed in his identity as the savior of the blood clan, and believed that the big figures above could treat every matter and every member fairly. However, as the "Hangered Man" analyzed the orders of high-ranking blood clans such as Marquis Nibais again and again, the intentions hidden in his actions and words, Emlin gradually became wary.

Marichi frowned slightly invisibly:

"Sherlock Moriarty?"

Emlin was puzzled and adjusted his sitting position:

"Why do you think it's him?"

In the past, he would have said directly, "Why did she mention Sherlock Moriarty? He has been away from Beckland for nearly two years." But now, he can keenly understand that there is some information hidden in Marichi's words, so he subconsciously adjusted his rhetoric.

In the eyes of this "resentful soul", Sherlock Moriarty is not simple? Well, he is indeed not simple... While speaking, Emlin made a guess in his heart.

When he heard Emlin's question, Marichi's eyes suddenly became a little strange, as if he had known this blood clan viscount for the first time.

He quickly restrained the abnormality on the surface and said without any emotion:

“We need to think about it.

"I hope you can come up with a more convincing plan next time you meet."

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

He then stood up and bowed with a very gentlemanly manner.

After making an appointment for contact information, he put on a silk hat and turned around and walked out of the room.

As she returned to her residence, Emlin couldn't help but read his initial plan in her mind:

"As long as I reach a cooperation agreement with the demigod of the Rose School's temperance department, I can take it to the Marquis and Dukes to apply for the use of the '1' level seal in the clan...

"On the grounds of the request of the partner, they refused to intervene directly...

"Well, to reach an agreement, you must give enough strength to convince Marichi and the others... You can only post tasks at the Tarot meeting to see if Ms. ‘Hidden’, Miss Justice, Mr. ‘Hangered Man’ are willing to accept the commission, and Miss ‘Magic’ can also consider that she can summon the projection of ‘World’ German Sparo…

“The biggest problem now is that I can’t give enough rewards…

"You can only try to advance or make a promise, and wait until I become the count and then go one by one..."

Thinking of this, Emlin suddenly felt glad that he joined the Tarot Club.

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

Within the blood clan and in the church of the Lord God, you must accumulate merit step by step to have the opportunity to queue up for extraordinary characteristics and promotion rituals. Sometimes, an extraordinary person may not be able to accumulate the contributions he needs in his life.

It's like a credit loan guaranteed by Mr. Fool, which can be used to issue tasks and wait until the promotion is successful or repay it in installments... Emlin habitually relies on the essence of things toward things he is familiar with.

Although he has not borrowed money from the bank himself, some blood clans have rich experience and often conduct internal communication.

Most of them have fixed and expensive hobbies, and the precious things they collect are difficult to cash in for a while, so they have to use acquaintances to borrow, bank loans, etc. to turn over.

Emlin remembers that there was a blood clan who was not good at business and made money purely by working as a doctor. He took a fancy to a precious work of art and bought it through a loan from Beckland Bank.

Afterwards, he was reluctant to give the mortgage of the property and his life was long enough. It took him two hundred years to repay the property in installments. Of course, in name, his father died, his son succeeded, his son died, and his grandson succeeded.

Emlin's comment on this is: Very honest.

…………

Beckland, North District, outside St. Samuel Church.

Citizens lined up and took toast, dried mushrooms and dried fruits from the staff of the "Ruen Poor Fund" in turn.

Their team extended from outside the church gate to the square, and circled around several times. At first glance, they were filled with heads.

Audrey stood on the steps behind Melissa and took it all into her eyes.

She saw the citizens' faces and their eyes were full of longing. She saw the mother holding the baby, coaxing her while anxiously examining the team ahead that did not seem to have much reduction. She saw many people dressed in bright clothes and dressed in long skirts. She saw some people pressing the brim of their hats and putting on veils, and she didn't seem to want the people around to recognize who they were.

Sometimes, some people did not want to follow order, and were dragged out by the pastors who helped to maintain the team and threw them to the end.

The food is delivered one by one, and the cloth bags piled up behind the long table are shriveled one by one, and then become empty.

Finally, all the food was delivered, but the long queue was only half missing.

The citizens who failed to receive the relief were inconsistently expressed disappointment, frustration, reluctance and desire to accept it, but they did not make noise or argue, and moved their steps mechanically and rushed to other food distribution points.

They have experienced such things too many times in the past one or two months, and have long known that unnecessary emotional outbreaks will only waste their already lack of physical strength and cannot quickly transfer to other relief points or affordable food sales offices.

At this time, their expressions were numb and their eyes were slightly empty, like groups of living zombies.

During this process, a woman holding the child fell to the ground with her feet softened.

Her child suddenly burst into tears, with obvious pain in his voice.

As he cried, the child sobbed:

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

"There was something to eat soon, and there was something to eat soon. There was something to eat in the Anniversary Square..." The woman picked up the child, patted his back, and shed tears while talking.

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

"I didn't see it just now, there is another one..." Melissa half-squatted down, handed out the bread, dried mushrooms and dried fruit in her hand, and then explained in a low voice, afraid of causing competition among the surrounding citizens.

The remaining food was actually prepared for the foundation staff who had been busy for a long time, and Melissa gave her own portion.

The woman took the food and said in a whispering voice:

"Thank you, thank you..."

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

"Thank you, thank you..."

Audrey subconsciously glanced around and found that the pastors of the church, most of the police, and the "night-watchers" who were mixed with the citizens to guard against accidents, were all with undisguised sympathy, mercy and sadness.

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

"You deserve it."

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

“I gave my own share.

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

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

"You don't have to worry about me. My family has prepared desserts for me to be busy outside."

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

The wooden box contains exquisitely shaped cucumber sandwiches, butterfly muffins and small carrot cakes.

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

She lowered her head and said nothing, and gnawed on the toast with the water prepared by St. Samuel's church.

Audrey seemed to be "petrified" by her eyes. She held the wooden box and stood there in a staggering position, without moving for several seconds, but just pursed her lips tightly.

…………

After the fifth group of residents of Yuecheng received purification and treatment and enjoyed the magical mushrooms, the ancient city-state became a believer of the "fool" without any resistance, and welcomed the saint and God's envoy German Sparrow to the city.

Klein followed up with a large mass, healing the remaining Yuecheng people with the "Darkless Cross" and "Life Sticks".

The high priest Nime came out of the quarantine observation and asked respectfully at the end of the mass:

"My Lord God, what is the complete name of the Great Lord?"

Klein looked around, said solemnly with a frown:

"The fools who do not belong to this era..."

After explaining Zunming, he specifically emphasized:

"Don't recite the name of the Lord in full when praying, only when there is something important."

Otherwise, Mr. Fool, would be disturbed by the "work call" to mentally break down.

Nime was not surprised at all, because the ancient sun god was the same.

He thought about it and asked again:

"What are the specific requirements for the ritual of worshiping the Lord?"

Klein said with a full sense of charisma:

"God said, the eighth commandment, serve me with my heart, not with sacrifices.

"The most important thing about the ritual is piety, and there are no other requirements, it can be very simple."

Anyway, the Lord doesn't care... After saying that, Klein added silently in his heart.

After explaining this matter clearly, he raised his right hand and pointed to the pile of mushrooms in front of him and said:

"The Lord gave you these mushrooms to give you good harvest.

"These mushrooms are made of monster flesh and blood as nutrients, and can grow and reproduce quickly, and accumulate all toxins, pollution and madness into the pure black mushrooms. This can be used as a medium of curses or paint for arrows..."

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

"Praise the 'fool'!"

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