Smiling and calming down, Emlyn responded:

"I can find a level of help. ”

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 be reduced to a liaison, a bystander, and a messenger, and he would not have the slightest say in the distribution of the final spoils.

And there is no shortage of direct descendants of the dukes and marquis of the blood clan who want to be promoted to demigods and become earls.

At first, Emlyn believed in his identity as the savior of the blood clan, and believed that the big people above could treat everything and every member fairly, but as the "hanged man" analyzed the hidden intentions in the orders, actions and words of the high-ranking blood clan such as the Marquis of Nibes again and again, Emlin gradually became wary.

Marić's brow furrowed imperceptibly:

"Sherlock Moriarty?"

Emlyn was puzzled for a moment, adjusted his sitting posture and said:

"Why do you think it's him?"

In the past, he would have said directly, "Why mention Sherlock Moriarty, he has been away from Beckland for nearly two years", but now he can keenly perceive that there is some information hidden in Marić's words, so he subconsciously adjusted his rhetorical question.

In the eyes of this "resentful spirit", Sherlock Moriarty is not simple? Well, he is not simple...... As he spoke, Emlyn made a guess in her mind.

Hearing Emlin's question, Marić's eyes suddenly became a little strange, as if he knew this Blood Viscount for the first time.

He quickly reined in the anomaly on the surface, and said in a voice without a trace of emotion:

"We need to think about it.

"I hope that the next time we meet, you can come up with a more convincing proposal. ”

"No problem. Emlyn was secretly relieved.

He then stood up and bowed very gentlemanly.

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

On the way back to his home, Emlyn couldn't help but go through his initial plan in his mind:

"As long as I reach a cooperation agreement with the demigods of the temperance department of the Rose School, I can use it to apply to the marquis and dukes for the use of the '1' level seal in the clan......

"On the grounds of the request of the partner, refuse the demigods in the clan and prevent them from intervening directly......

"Well, to reach an agreement, it is necessary to show enough strength to convince Marić that they ...... Tasks can only be posted at the Tarot meeting to see if the Hermit's, Miss Justice, and Mr. The Hanged Man are willing to accept the commission, and Miss Magician can also consider summoning the projection of the World' Gelman Sparrow......

"The biggest problem right now is that I can't get paid enough......

"I can only try to make an advance, or give a promise, and when I become an earl, I will pay it back again......"

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

It was the only organization he knew of that could trade future promises for current supplies.

And within the Blood Clan, in the Orthodox Church, merit must be accumulated step by step in order to have the opportunity to wait in line for extraordinary traits and promotion ceremonies, and sometimes, an extraordinary person may not be able to accumulate enough contributions in his life.

It's like a credit loan guaranteed by Mr. Fool, which can be used to issue assignments and wait until the promotion is successful again or to repay it in installments...... Emlyn habitually leaned into the essence of things that he was familiar with.

Although he has not borrowed money from the bank himself, some of the Bloods have a lot of experience and often communicate internally.

- Most of them have a fixed, money-consuming hobby, and the precious things they collect are difficult to realize for a while, so they have to rely on acquaintances, bank loans, etc.

Emlyn remembers a Bloodline who was not good at business and made money purely as a doctor, and took a fancy to a precious work of art and bought it through a loan from the Beckland Bank.

After that, he was reluctant to give a mortgage on the property, and it took him two hundred years to repay it in installments, of course, nominally when his father died, and his son took over, and when his son died, his grandson took over.

Emlyn's assessment of this is: very honest.

............

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

Citizens lined up in several rows to receive food such as toast, dried mushrooms, and preserved fruits from the staff of the "Rune Poor Fund".

Their procession stretched from outside the church gate to the square, and circled several times, and at a glance, it was densely packed with human heads.

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

She saw the sallow faces of the citizens and the longing in their eyes, the mothers holding the babies, anxiously looking at the queue in front of them, which did not seem to have shrunk much, and saw many people dressed brightly, wearing formal clothes and long skirts, and saw some people pressing down the brims of their hats and putting on veils, as if they did not want the people around them to recognize who they were.

Sometimes people don't want to follow the order, and they are dragged out by the priests and police who help maintain the team, and they are thrown to the end.

One by one, the cloth bags piled up behind the long table shriveled up and then emptied.

Eventually, all the food was distributed, but the long line was only half gone.

The citizens who did not receive the relief could not contain a mixture of disappointment, frustration, reluctance and begging, but instead of arguing or arguing, they moved mechanically towards other food distribution points.

They've been through this too many times in the past month or two, and they've known that unnecessary emotional outbursts will only waste their already small amount of energy, and they can't quickly move to another relief point or cheap food stall.

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

In the process, a woman holding a child gave off on her feet and fell to the ground.

Her child burst into tears, and there was palpable pain in her voice.

Crying and crying, the child sobbed and said:

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

"Soon there will be food, soon there will be food, there will be food in the Memorial Day Square......" The woman picked up the child, patted him on the back, and shed tears as she spoke.

Seeing this, Audrey was about to speak, but saw Melissa take out a piece 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's still a ......," Melissa half-crouched down, handed the bread, dried mushrooms, and preserved fruit in her hand, and explained in a whisper, for fear of causing a scramble among the citizens around her.

The rest of the 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 as she handed it to the child, she said in a loud voice:

"Thank you, thank you......"

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

"Thank you, thank you......"

Audrey subconsciously glanced left and right, and found that the pastor of the church, most of the police, and the "night watchmen" who were secretly guarding against accidents in the citizens were all carrying undisguised sympathy, pity, and sadness at this time.

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

"You deserve it. ”

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

"I'm giving my own.

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

Audrey smiled and stuffed 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 her valet Anne and opened it for Melissa.

The wooden box contains delicate gherkin sandwiches, cream muffins and small carrot cakes.

Melissa's face was visibly stunned, and she looked at the desserts for a few seconds, then looked up at Miss Audrey Hall.

She immediately lowered her head, said nothing, and nibbled on the toasted bread with the water prepared by the church of St. Samuel.

Audrey seemed to be "petrified" by her eyes, holding the wooden box, and froze in place, not moving for a few seconds, just pursing her lips tightly.

............

After the fifth group of Mooncity residents were purified, healed, and feasted on magical mushrooms, the ancient city-state became a believer in the "Fools" without resistance, welcoming the Sage and Divine Envoy Gelman Sparrow into the city.

Klein then held a large mass and healed the remaining Mooncity people with the "Darkless Cross" and the "Staff of Life".

High Priest Nim came out of quarantine observation, and at the end of the Mass, respectfully asked:

"Divine Messenger, what is the complete name of the Great Lord?"

Klein looked around, stiffened, and said solemnly:

"Fools who don't belong to this era......"

After explaining the honorific name, he deliberately emphasized:

"Prayer should not be done in its entirety, but only when there is something important. ”

Otherwise, he, the "fool", would have had a nervous breakdown on the "work phone".

Nim was not surprised by this, as the ancient sun god had done the same.

He thought for a moment and asked:

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

Klein said with a sense of urgency:

"The eighth commandment, saith God, serve me with the heart, not as a sacrifice.

"The most important thing about the ritual is piety, the rest is not required and can be very simple. ”

The Lord doesn't care anyway...... After speaking, Klein silently added 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 has given you these mushrooms to give you a good harvest.

"These mushrooms feed on monster flesh and blood, grow and multiply quickly, and accumulate all the toxins, pollution, and madness into a pure black mushroom that can be used as a medium for curses or a paint for arrows......"

The residents of Yuecheng listened excitedly, and at the same time clasped their hands, buried their heads, and shouted:

"Praise the 'fools'!"

At this moment, it was as if Klein heard countless illusory voices coming out of the air, mixing with real praise, surrounding him and fixing him.