Maintaining his smile and calming his emotions, Emlyn replied, "I can find a helper of a sufficient level.
"I can find a helper of a sufficient level."
On this matter, he didn't wish to rely on the Sanguine's forces. This was because if that happened, he would undoubtedly be reduced to a liaison, a bystander, and a messenger. He wouldn't have any say in the distribution of the spoils of war.
As for the Sanguine's dukes and marquises, there was no lack of direct descendants who wished to advance to demigod and become Earls.
In the beginning, Emlyn believed in his identity as the Sanguine's savior. He believed that the important figures above him would treat every matter and every member fairly, but as The Hanging Man analyzed the orders, actions, and hidden intentions of the high-ranking Sanguine like Marquis Nibbs, Emlyn gradually became wary.
Maric's brows furrowed indiscernibly.
"Sherlock Moriarty?"
Emlyn was puzzled as he adjusted his sitting posture.
"Why do you think it's him?"
If it were in the past, he would've directly said, "Why did you mention Sherlock Moriarty? He's been away from Baekeland for nearly two years." But now, he could acutely sense that there was a hidden message in Marić's words. Hence, he subconsciously adjusted his rhetorical question.
In the eyes of this Wraith, Sherlock Moriarty isn't simple? Yes, he's indeed not simple … As he spoke, Emlyn made a guess.
Upon hearing Emlyn's question, Marić's eyes immediately turned odd, as though he was meeting this Sanguine viscount for the first time.
He quickly restrained the abnormality on his face and said emotionlessly, "We need to consider it.
"We need to think about it.
"No problem." Emlyn secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
He then stood up and bowed in a very gentlemanly manner.
After agreeing on the method of contact, he put on his silk top hat and walked out of the room.
On the way back to his residence, Emlyn couldn't help but go through his initial plan.
As long as I reach a cooperation agreement with the demigod of Rose School's temperance faculty, I can use it to request the marquises and dukes to use the Grade 1 Sealed Artifact in the clan …
As long as I reach an agreement with the demigod of the Rose School of Thought's temperance faction, I can use it to request the marquises and dukes to use the Grade 1 Sealed Artifact in my race …
"Using the request of the partner as an excuse to reject the demigods in the clan, not allowing them to directly interfere …
Yes, to reach an agreement, I have to produce enough strength to convince Marić and company … I can only post the mission on the Tarot and see if Ma 'am Hermit, Miss Justice, and Mr. The Hanging Man are willing to accept the mission. Also, Miss Magicians can be considered. She can summon The World, a projection of German Sparrow …
"The biggest problem now is that I don't have enough compensation …"
"I can only try to pay in advance, or make a promise that I'll pay you back when I become a Count …"
With this in mind, Emlyn was suddenly glad that he had joined the Tarot.
This was the only organization that he knew of that could use the promise of the future to exchange for current resources.
And within the Sanguine, in the orthodox Churches, one had to accumulate contributions one step at a time before they could line up for a Beyonder characteristic and advancement ritual. Sometimes, a Beyonder might not be able to accumulate the required contributions their entire lives.
This is like a credit loan guaranteed by Mr. Fool. It can be used to issue a mission, and it can be repaid in installments when the advancement is successful … Emlyn habitually relied on things he was familiar with.
Although he had never taken a loan from a bank, some Sanguine had rich experience and often interacted with each other.
Most of them had fixed hobbies that consumed a lot of money, and the precious items they collected were difficult to convert into cash. They had no choice but to borrow money from their acquaintances or bank loans.
Emlyn remembered that there was a Sanguine who wasn't good at business and relied purely on being a doctor to earn money. He had taken a fancy to a precious piece of art and bought it with a loan from the Baekeland Bank.
After that, he, who couldn't bear to mortgage his property, relied on his long lifespan to repay the loan in installments after two hundred years. Of course, in name, the father died and the son took over. And when the son died, the grandson took over.
Emlyn's evaluation of this was: Very trustworthy.
…
Baekeland, North Borough, outside Saint Samuel Cathedral.
The citizens lined up in a few rows and received food such as toast, dried mushrooms, and preserved fruits from the staff of the Rouen Poverty Relief Foundation.
Their line extended from the cathedral's entrance to the square and circled around several times. At a glance, there were heads everywhere.
Audrey stood on the steps behind Melissa and took in all of this.
She saw the citizens with sallow faces and eyes filled with desire. She saw mothers carrying babies, coaxing them as they anxiously observed the line in front of them that didn't seem to have shrunk by much. She saw many people dressed smartly, wearing formal suits and long skirts. She saw some people lowering their hats and wearing veils, as though they didn't want the people around them to recognize them.
From time to time, there would be people who didn't want to abide by the order. They would be dragged out by the priests and police who helped maintain the line and thrown to the back.
As the portions of food were delivered, the cloth bags piled up behind the long table shriveled one after another before turning empty.
Finally, all the food had been distributed, but the long line had only been reduced by half.
The citizens who didn't receive any relief couldn't help but reveal a mixture of disappointment, frustration, reluctance, and pleading. However, they didn't make a ruckus or argue. They mechanically moved their feet and rushed to the other food distribution points.
They had experienced such things too many times in the past month or two. They knew that unnecessary emotional outbursts would only waste their little stamina. They wouldn't be able to quickly move to other relief points or affordable food outlets.
At that moment, their expressions were numb as they left the square with empty eyes. They were like a group of zombies.
During this process, a woman carrying a child's legs went limp and she fell to the ground.
Her child immediately burst into tears, and there was obvious pain in his voice.
As he cried, the child sobbed and said, "Mommy, I'm so hungry …"
As he cried, the child sobbed and said, "Mommy, I'm so hungry …"
"There'll be food soon. There'll be food soon. There's food at Memorial Square …" The woman picked up her child and patted his back. As she spoke, tears streamed down her face.
Upon seeing this scene, Audrey was just about to say something when she saw Melissa take out a portion of food from a wooden box under the long table. She then jogged towards the mother and child.
"I didn't see it just now. There's another portion …" Melissa half-squatted down and handed over the bread, dried mushrooms, and preserved fruits in her hands. Then, she explained softly, afraid that it would cause a fight among the surrounding citizens.
The remaining food was actually prepared for the foundation's staff who had been busy for a long time. Melissa had given her portion.
The woman took the food and handed it to the child.
"Thank you, thank you …"
The child hugged the food tightly and childishly said to his mother, "Thank you, thank you …"
"Thank you, thank you …"
Audrey subconsciously looked around and realized that the Church's priests, most of the police, and the Nighthawks, who were hidden among the citizens to prevent any accidents, had undisguised sympathy, pity, and sadness.
After the citizens had basically left, Audrey picked up her portion of food and handed it to Melissa.
"You deserve it."
Melissa looked at Miss Hall in front of her and shook her head.
"I'm giving you my own share.
"Miss Hall, don't worry. I'll have food when I get home. My brother is a government employee …"
With a faint smile, Audrey stuffed the toasted bread, dried mushrooms, and preserved fruits into Melissa's hands.
"You don't have to worry about me either. My family has prepared desserts for me when I'm busy outside."
As she spoke, she took a wooden box from her maidservant, Annie, and opened it for Melissa.
Inside the wooden box were exquisitely shaped cucumber sandwiches, cream muffins, and miniature carrot cakes.
Melissa's face revealed a clear look of astonishment. She looked deeply at the desserts for a few seconds before looking up at Miss Audrey Hall.
She then lowered her head and didn't say a word. She drank the water prepared by Saint Samuel Cathedral and chewed on the toasted bread.
Audrey seemed to be petrified by her gaze. She held the wooden box and stood rooted to the ground. She didn't move for a few seconds as she pursed her lips tightly.
…
After the fifth batch of Moon City residents received purification and treatment and enjoyed the magical mushrooms, the ancient city became believers of The Fool without any resistance. They welcomed the saint and Oracle, German Sparrow, into the city.
Klein then held a large-scale Mass and used the Unshadowed Crucifix and Life's Cane to heal the remaining Moon City residents.
High Priest Nim came out of isolation and at the end of the Mass, he respectfully asked,
At the end of the Mass, he respectfully asked, "Lord Oracle, what's the complete honorific name of the great Lord?"
Klein looked around and said solemnly with a taut face,
The Fool that doesn't belong to this era …
After giving out his honorific name, he deliberately emphasized one sentence.
"Don't recite the honorific name in full when you pray. Only when there's an important matter."
Otherwise, as Mr. Fool, he would have a mental breakdown from the "work call."
Nim wasn't surprised at all, because it was the same for the ancient Sun God.
He thought for a moment and asked,
"What are the specific requirements for the ritual to worship the Lord?"
Klein said with the air of a charlatan.
"God said, the Eighth Commandment, serve me with your heart, not with a sacrifice.
"The most important thing in the ceremony is devotion. There are no other requirements. It can be very simple."
Anyway, the Lord doesn't care … With that said, Klein added inwardly.
After clarifying the matter, he raised his right hand and pointed at the pile of mushrooms in front of him.
"The Lord bestowed these mushrooms upon you to give you a bountiful harvest.
"These mushrooms use the flesh and blood of monsters as nutrients. They can rapidly grow and reproduce, and they can accumulate all the toxins, corruption, and madness into the pure black mushrooms. This can be used as a medium for curses or paint for arrows …"
The residents of Moon City listened excitedly. At the same time, they clasped their hands and lowered their heads.
They shouted, "Praise The Fool!"
At that moment, Klein seemed to hear countless illusory voices emerge from the air. They mixed with the real praises, surrounding him and fixing him in place.
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