Chapter 76 Distributing Mushrooms

Latest website: Keep smiling and calm down, Emlyn 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, bystander, and messenger again, and he would have no say in the distribution of the final spoils.

And the Dukes and Marquis of the blood clan have many direct descendants 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 figures above could treat every matter and every member fairly, but as "The Hanged Man" analyzed high-ranking blood clans such as Marquis Nibes again and again. Emlyn gradually became wary of the intentions hidden in the orders, actions and words.

Maric frowned invisibly and said:

"Sherlock Moriarty?"

Emlyn was puzzled for a while, adjusted his sitting position and said:

"Why do you think it's him?"

In the past, he would definitely say directly, "Why mention Sherlock Moriarty, he has been away from Backlund for nearly two years", but now he is keenly aware that there is something hidden in Maric's words. With some information, he subconsciously adjusted his rhetorical question.

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

Hearing Emlyn's question, Maric's eyes suddenly became a little weird, as if it was the first time he knew this blood clan viscount.

He quickly restrained the superficial abnormality, and said in a voice without any emotion:

"We need to think about it.

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

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

He stood up immediately and gave a very gentlemanly salute.

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

During the process of returning to his home,

Emlyn couldn't help but go through his initial plan in his mind:

"As long as I have reached a cooperation agreement with the demigod of the Rose School of Temperance Department, I can use it to apply to the marquis and dukes to use the '1' level sealed artifact within the clan...

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

"Well, to reach an agreement, you must show enough strength to convince Maric and the others... You can only issue tasks at the Tarot Club to see if Ms. Hermit, Ms. Justice, Mr. The Hanged Man are willing. Accept the entrustment, and also, Miss Magician can also consider, she can summon the projection of Gehrman Sparrow of the World...

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

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

Thinking of this, Emlyn was suddenly glad that he had joined the Tarot Club.

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

But within the blood clan, in the Church of the Righteous God, one must accumulate merits step by step before queuing up for the opportunity for Beyonder characteristics and promotion ceremonies. Sometimes, a Beyonder may not be able to accumulate enough contributions in his entire life.

This is like a credit loan guaranteed by Mr. Fool. It can be used to issue tasks and wait until the promotion is successful again or repay in installments... Emlyn habitually relies on the essence of things to the things he is familiar with.

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

——Most of them have a fixed hobby that consumes a lot of money, and the precious things in their collection are difficult to realize for a while, and they have to rely on acquaintances to borrow, bank loans, etc. to make money.

Emlyn remembered a vampire who was not good at business and made money purely by being a doctor. He took a fancy to a precious artwork and bought it with a loan from Backlund Bank.

After that, he was reluctant to give the mortgaged real estate for a long enough time. It took a full two hundred years to repay in installments. Of course, nominally, the father died, the son took over, the son died, and the grandson took over.

Emlyn's evaluation of this is: very honest.

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Backlund, North District, outside St. Samuel Church.

Citizens lined up in several rows and took food such as toast, dried mushrooms and preserved fruits from the staff of the "Luen Poverty Relief Fund" in turn.

Their team extended from outside the church gate to the square, and circled several times. At a glance, they were densely packed with heads.

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

She saw citizens with sallow faces and longing in their eyes. She saw mothers holding babies, coaxing and anxiously examining the queue ahead that didn't seem to shrink much. He lowered the brim of his hat and put on a veil, as if he didn't want the people around him to recognize who he was.

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

The food was delivered one by one, and the cloth bags piled up behind the long table shriveled and emptied one by one.

Finally, all the food was distributed, but the long queue was only half reduced.

The citizens who failed to receive the relief showed an uncontrollable mixture of disappointment, frustration, reluctance, and begging, but they did not make noise or quarrel, and moved their feet mechanically to rush to other food distribution points.

They have experienced this kind of thing too many times in the past month or two, and they have long known that unnecessary emotional outbursts will only waste their limited physical strength, and they cannot quickly transfer to another relief point. or cheap food outlets.

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

During this process, a woman holding the child's feet softened and fell to the ground.

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

Crying and crying, the child choked and said:

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

"There will be food soon, there will be food soon, there is food in Memorial Day Square..." The woman picked up the child, patted his back, and shed tears as she said.

Witnessing this scene, Audrey was about to speak, but saw Melissa took out a piece of food from the wooden box under the long table, and trotted towards the mother and son.

"I didn't see it just now, there's one more..." Melissa squatted down, handed out the bread, dried mushrooms, and preserved fruit in her hands, and then explained in a low voice, afraid of causing competition from the surrounding citizens.

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.

The woman took the food, handed it to the child, and said repeatedly:

"thanks, thanks……"

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

"thanks, thanks……"

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

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

"you deserved."

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

"I gave my share.

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

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

"You don't have to worry about me, my family has prepared dessert for me to be busy outside."

While speaking, she took a wooden box from the maid Annie and opened it for Melissa to see.

Inside the wooden box are delicately shaped gherkin sandwiches, cream muffins and miniature carrot cakes.

There was obvious confusion on Melissa's face. She looked deeply at the desserts for a few seconds, and then looked up at Miss Audrey Hall.

She immediately lowered her head, said nothing, and ate the toast with the clear water prepared by St. Samuel's Church.

Audrey seemed to be "petrified" by her eyes. Holding the wooden box, she froze in place. She didn't move for a few seconds, she just pursed 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 believer of The Fool without any resistance. Luo Ying entered the city.

Klein then held a large mass and healed the remaining Moon City people with the "Cross of No Darkness" and the "Cane of Life".

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

"My lord, what is the full honorable name of the great Lord?"

Klein looked around, his face sullen, and solemnly said:

"A fool who does not belong to this era..."

After explaining the honorable name, he specially emphasized:

"Don't recite the honorable name in full in normal prayers, only when there are important things."

Otherwise, he, Mr. Fool, would have a nervous breakdown due to the "work call".

Nim was not surprised by this at all, because the ancient sun god was also like this.

He thought about it and asked:

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

Klein said with great feeling:

"God said, Eighth commandment, serve me with heart, not 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... After speaking, Klein silently added in his heart.

After clarifying this matter, he raised his right hand and pointed at the pile of mushrooms in front of him:

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

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

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

"Praise 'The Fool'!"

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