Lord of the Mysteries v6c76 - Tencent MTL

Keeping smiling and calming down, Emlin responded:

"I can find enough helpers."

In this matter, he did not want to rely too much on the influence of the blood clan, because in that case, he would no doubt be reduced to a liaison, bystander and messenger, with no say in the final distribution of trophies.

And the dukes and Marquis of the blood clan have no shortage of direct descendants who want to be promoted to demigod and become count.

At first, Emlin believed that he was the savior of his blood clan, and believed that the bigwigs above could treat every member fairly. But as the "upside down hanging man" again and again analyzed the hidden intentions of the orders, actions, and words of the high blood clans such as the Marquis of Niebeth, Emlin gradually became wary of it.

Marich frowned slightly and invisibly.

"Shylock. Moriarty? "

Emlin, puzzled for a moment, adjusted his sitting position and said:

"Why do you think it's him?"

In the past, he would have said directly, "Why did you mention Sherlock?" Moriarty, he has been away from Beckland for nearly two years, "but now that he is acutely aware of some information hidden in Marich's words, he subconsciously adjusts his rhetorical question.

In the eyes of this resentful soul, Shylock. Moriarty is not easy? Well, he's not easy. As he spoke, Emlin guessed in his mind.

Hearing Emlin's question, Marich's eyes suddenly became a little strange, as if he knew the viscount of the blood family for the first time.

He soon reined in his apparent abnormality and said in an unemotional voice:

"We need to think about it.

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

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

He immediately stood up and saluted in a very gentlemanly manner.

After agreeing on the contact information, he put on his silk top hat, turned and walked out of the room.

On the way back to his home, Emlin couldn't help going over his preliminary plan in his mind:

"as long as I have reached a cooperation agreement with the demigod of the abstinence department of the Rose School, I can take it to the Marquis and dukes to apply for the use of a'1' seal within the clan.

"on the grounds of the request of the partner, reject the demigod within the tribe and do not allow them to intervene directly.

"well, to reach an agreement, you have to be strong enough to convince Marich and them. The mission can only be posted at the Taro meeting to see if Ms. Hermit, Miss Justice and Mr. hanging upside down are willing to accept the commission, and Miss Magician can also consider that she can summon the World German. The projection of Sparrow.

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

"I can only try to make an advance or make a promise, and when I become an Earl, I will pay it back with one stroke."

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

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

Within the blood clan, in the Orthodox Church, you must accumulate meritorious deeds step by step in order to have the opportunity to wait in line for extraordinary characteristics and promotion ceremonies. Sometimes, an extraordinary person may not be able to accumulate enough contributions in his life.

This is like a credit loan guaranteed by Mr. Fool, which can be used to issue tasks until the promotion is successful or repaid by instalments. Emlin accustomed to relying on the nature of things on what he was familiar with.

Although he has not borrowed money from the bank himself, some of his blood clans have rich experience and often communicate internally.

Most of them have fixed and money-consuming hobbies, and the precious things they collect are difficult to realize for the time being, so they have to turn around by means of acquaintance loans and bank loans.

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

After that, reluctant to give up the mortgage property, he lived long enough that it took two hundred years to complete the amortization. Of course, nominally, the father died, the son took over, the son died, and the grandson took over.

Emlin's assessment of this is: very honest.

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

Citizens lined up to receive food such as toast, dried mushrooms and preserved fruit from the staff of the Roon Poverty Relief Fund.

Their procession stretched from outside the church gate to the square and circled several times, full of heads at a glance.

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

She saw citizens with sallow faces and longing in their eyes, mothers holding babies in their arms, anxiously examining the ranks that did not seem to have shrunk much in front of them, and seeing many people dressed brightly, in formal clothes, in long skirts, and some people pressed down their brims and put on their veils, as if they didn't want the people around them to recognize who they were.

Sometimes people who don't want to keep order are dragged out by priests and police who help maintain the team and left at the end.

Portions of food were sent out, and the cloth bags piled up behind the long table dried up one after another, and then became empty.

Finally, all the food was distributed, but the long line was only half short.

The citizens who did not receive the relief showed an irresistible mixture of disappointment, frustration, reluctance and pleading for permission, but they did not quarrel or quarrel, but moved mechanically toward other food distribution points.

They have experienced such things so many times in the past month or two that they have long known that unnecessary emotional outbursts will only waste their energy and cannot be quickly transferred to another relief point or affordable food outlets.

At this time, their expressions were numb and their eyes were slightly hollow as they left the square, like flocks of Prometheans.

In the process, a woman with a baby in her arms softened and fell to the ground.

Her child burst into tears with obvious pain in her voice.

Crying, the child sobbed and said:

"Mom, I'm so hungry."

"there will be food soon, there will be food soon, there will be food in the anniversary square." The woman picked up the child, patted him on the back, and burst into tears as she spoke.

Audrey was about to open her mouth when she saw Melissa take out a portion of food from the wooden box under the long table and trot to the mother and son.

"I didn't see it just now. There's another one." Melissa half squatted down, handed out the bread, dried mushrooms and preserved fruit in her hand, and then explained in a low voice, for fear of causing competition among the citizens around her.

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

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

"Thank you, thank you."

The child clung to the food and childishly followed his mother:

"Thank you, thank you."

Audrey glanced from left to right and found that the pastors of the church, most of the police and the "night watchmen" who were secretly on guard against accidents among the citizens were all filled with undisguised sympathy, pity and sadness.

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

"you deserve it."

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

"I sent my own share.

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

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

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

As she spoke, she took a wooden box from Anne, the maid, and opened it for Melissa to see.

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

Melissa's face showed obvious dismay. She looked deeply at the desserts for a few seconds and then looked up at Audrey. Miss Hall glanced at it.

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

Audrey seemed to be "petrified" by her eyes, holding the wooden box and standing still for several seconds, but clenched her lips tightly.

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After the fifth batch of Moon City residents received purification and treatment and enjoyed magical mushrooms, the ancient city-state became a defenseless believer in the "fool", turning the Holy one and God German. Sparrow welcomed him into the city.

Klein then held a large mass and healed the rest of the Moon City people with "No Dark Cross" and "Life stick".

Nim, the high priest, came out of quarantine observation and asked respectfully at the end of the mass:

"what is the complete honorable name of the great Lord, my lord?"

Klein looked around and said solemnly, with a straight face:

"fools who do not belong to this era."

After confessing the honorable name, he specially emphasized:

"usually pray not to recite the honorable name completely, only when there is something important."

Otherwise, he, the "fool", will be disturbed by the "work phone" and have a nervous breakdown.

Nim was not surprised at all, because the same was true of the ancient sun gods.

He thought for a moment and then asked:

"what are the specific requirements for the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the Lord?"

Klein said with a strong sense of magic:

"God said, the eighth commandment, serve me with your heart, not your sacrifice.

"the most important thing in the ceremony is piety. There are no other requirements, and it can be very simple."

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

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

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

"these mushrooms are nourished by monster flesh and blood, can grow and reproduce rapidly, and accumulate all the toxins, pollution and madness into pure black mushrooms, which can be used as the medium of curse or the paint of arrows."

The residents of Moon City listened excitedly, shaking hands, burying their heads, and shouting:

"praise the fool!"

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