Chapter 376 Dismoko Foundation

When clang clang --

Seeing the bell swaying, the young man in a white shirt and black vest swallowed, waiting anxiously for the door in front of him to open.

When he heard about this foundation that only appeared two days ago from a friend, he didn't quite believe it.

How can there be free money and insurance for people?

but

He still came.

Soon, the door opened.

A young, handsome man stepped out.

"Hello." The anxious Richard tried his best to keep his voice steady, "I am."

"Come on, sir, come into the room and talk, we can talk slowly."

Contrary to what Richard expected, the attitude of the other party is not what he expected.

The voice is a bit hoarse, not suitable for singing poetry

Richard made an unconscious judgment.

"gentlemen?"

"Oh, yes, yes." Richard quickly followed and entered the house.

coffee shop.

This used to be a cafe.

Looking at the tables and decorations at the left and right, Richard, who had been to the coffee shop for a while, made a judgment.

"Hello, sir, what are you here for? If it's coffee, then I'm sorry, I have suspended business, and this place will serve as the stronghold of the Diklaus Art Foundation."

The handsome man smiled:

"Oh, by the way, I'm sorry I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Diklaus Barry, are you?"

With that said, the man stretched out his hand.

"I'm Richard Olga." Richard quickly reached out to hold it, "a poet."

"Poet?" The handsome man raised his eyebrows, "What are your works?"

"Uh, scenery, and... love?" Richard responded.

"Love has always been a wonderful topic, a very good topic." Diclos Barry nodded, "If that's right, you're here to seek help from our foundation, right?"

After saying this, Diklaus Barry stopped and waited for the other party to speak.

"Yes, that's right." Richard said quickly, "What should I do to get help from the foundation?"

"There are no special conditions, just a contract, an agreement."

"Agreement? Contract? A contract?"

"No, no, no, it's not a contract. We are not an employee relationship. You are a free artist. This contract is to establish a collaborative relationship between us."

"Our foundation will provide you with some financial and living assistance, but in order to avoid some troubles, we need some agreements, friendly agreements."

Diklaus Barry tugged at the bow tie on his chest:

"Although I like art, I also have my tendencies and interests. In normal times, your creations are free, but sometimes I hope you can create more works of art that I like. Of course, You are completely free to accept it or not to accept it equally."

Immediately, he snapped his fingers, and Richard saw a waiter coming with a few pages of paper. The other party took the paper and pen from the waiter's hand and handed them to him.

"Sign this, and you will be able to get our assistance."

"If you don't sign it, of course we won't provide assistance."

"You are free, you can choose."

After hesitating for a while, after flipping through the contents of the paper, Richard signed his name.

Then, he couldn't wait to ask:

"Mr. Barry, what kind of assistance can I get?"

"It depends on your work. Your work needs to be identified. If it is a good work, I will be willing to pay more aid to support you. The foundation was established with my personal money. Standard, no problem, right?"

Richard thought for a moment, then nodded, and asked again:

"Then what counts as a good work? What is the basis for judging good or bad?"

"I will take care of these things. Don't worry, I will treat them fairly and correctly."

DiClaus Barry, grinning.

When clang clang.

As the doors of the cafe closed, the smile on Diklaus Barry's face disappeared:

"Ordinary people are really easy to fool, even if they don't need the power of mysterious objects."

And at this moment, a voice sounded:

"how do you feel?"

Hearing the sound, Diklaus turned his head and looked aside, and looked at a fog crow with 7-shaped markings on its feet standing by the window sill:

"Appropriate, this corpse is appropriate."

"Of course, among the forty people who died yesterday, only the identity of this corpse is more in line with your requirements."

The conversation between one person and one crow did not avoid the waiter next to him.

In other words, the waiter is the real speaker.

Mistcrow, Hugein replied, looking at the "waiter".

The waiter is Yago.

Although Sanguan has gradually turned into a puppet or a scarecrow, he has not been so crazy as to kill innocent people casually.

In other words, after he used [persuasion] to repeatedly instill in himself the phrase "I hate killing innocent people", and transformed the original bottom line of values ​​into the dividing line of preferences, he was able to barely maintain the original three views and character .

He needs a new and legitimate identity to complete the organization. This idea, after removing the matter about Lucius, he told Hugein, and under the advice of the other party, he wandered around looking for someone with certain financial resources. deceased.

And this "Dicklaus Barry" was the target he and Xiu Geyin found after screening the identities of the forty people who died in Red Rose City yesterday.

After removing the spirit mist and turning him into a scarecrow, he got this new identity.

"It's just that the sound still needs some fine-tuning."

Xiuge opened and closed the crow's beak, and said.

"I know." Yago nodded.

Although he used a hat trick to replace the flesh and blood of the corpse with straw material to avoid the corruption of the corpse, the sound was still affected.

But after a few days of familiarization, he has gradually become familiar with such adjustments.

The scarecrow of the gang member "Desmok", he has also adjusted.

Unfortunately, the current him cannot flexibly control multiple scarecrows.

At present, he can only separate a straw man of probability.

No, in fact, he can separate more than one.

However, the probability puppet that he can currently control, that is, the minimum integrity of the probability straw man is the probability straw man that separates the 50% probability line of his body.

If more lines of probability are separated, it will be difficult to control even the main body, and even cause the main body to collapse.

There is no need to take such a big risk.

However, compared to these.

"The owner of a coffee shop is still not financially enough. Moreover, although artists can become my mouthpiece, it is still not enough. I need to control more media."

Yago, said aloud to Hugein:

"Unfortunately, without confirming the situation, you can't act on the mysterious side of the media without authorization."

Without that strength, it is impossible.