Keeping his smile and calming down, Emlyn responded:

"I can find helpers at a sufficient level."

In this matter, he did not want to rely too much on the power of the vampires, because if he did so, he would undoubtedly become a liaison, a bystander, and a messenger, and would have no say in the final distribution of the spoils.

There are many direct descendants of the dukes and marquises 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 vampires, and believed that the bigwigs above would treat every matter and every member fairly. However, as the "Hanged Man" repeatedly analyzed the hidden intentions in the orders, actions and words of Marquis Nibais and other high-ranking vampires, Emlyn gradually became wary.

Maric frowned slightly and said:

"Sherlock Moriarty?"

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

"Why do you think it was him?"

In the past, he would have directly asked, "Why did you mention Sherlock Moriarty? He has been away from Backlund for nearly two years." But now, he could keenly perceive that there was some information hidden in Maric's words, so he subconsciously adjusted his question.

In the eyes of this "ghost", Sherlock Moriarty is not simple? 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 strange, as if he was meeting this vampire viscount for the first time.

He quickly suppressed his abnormal expression and said without any emotion:

“We need to think about this.

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

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

He then stood up and bowed in a very gentlemanly manner.

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

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

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

"Using the request of the partner as an excuse, we refused to allow the demigods in our clan to intervene directly...

"Well, to reach an agreement, we must show enough strength to convince Maric and the others... We can only post the task at the Tarot Club to see if Ms. Hermit, Miss Justice, and Mr. Hanged Man are willing to accept the commission. In addition, Miss Magician can also consider it. She can summon the projection of Gehrman Sparrow of The World...

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

"I can only try to advance the money, or make a promise, and then pay it back when I become an earl..."

Thinking of this, Emlyn suddenly felt fortunate that he had joined the Tarot Club.

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

And within the blood clan, in the Orthodox Church, one must accumulate merits step by step in order to have the opportunity to queue up and wait for extraordinary characteristics and promotion ceremonies. Sometimes, an extraordinary person may not be able to accumulate enough contributions in his entire life.

This is like a credit loan guaranteed by Mr. Fool, which can be used to issue tasks and be repaid again or in installments after successful promotion... Emlyn habitually relies on the essence of things to be familiar with.

Although he himself had never borrowed money from a bank, some vampires had rich experience and often conducted internal exchanges.

——Most of them have fixed hobbies that consume a lot of money, and the precious items in their collections are difficult to cash in for the time being, so they have to rely on borrowing from acquaintances, bank loans, etc. to make ends meet.

Emlyn remembered that there was a vampire who was not good at business and made his living purely as a doctor. He took a fancy to a precious work of art and bought it by taking out a loan from Backlund Bank.

Afterwards, he was reluctant to mortgage his property and relied on his long life to repay the debt in installments over a full two hundred years. Of course, in name only, the father died and the son took over, and the son died and the grandson took over.

Emlyn's comment on this is: very honest.

…………

Backlund, North District, outside Saint Samuel Church.

Citizens lined up in several rows and took toast, dried mushrooms, preserved fruits and other food from the staff of the "Loen Poor Relief Fund" in turn.

Their team stretched from the church gate to the square and circled several times. At a glance, it was densely packed with heads.

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

She saw the citizens with sallow faces and longing in their eyes; she saw mothers holding their babies, coaxing them while anxiously examining the line in front of them which did not seem to have shrunk much; she saw many people dressed neatly in formal suits and long skirts; she saw some people pulling down the brims of their hats and wearing veils, as if they did not want people around them to recognize who they were.

Sometimes, some people did not want to follow the order, but they were dragged out by the priests and police who helped maintain the team and thrown to the end.

As portions of food were served, the cloth bags piled up behind the long table shrank one by one and then became empty.

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

The citizens who failed to receive relief could not help but reveal a mixture of disappointment, frustration, reluctance and begging, but they did not make any noise or argue. They just moved mechanically and rushed to other food distribution points.

They had experienced this kind of thing too many times in the past month or two, and they knew that unnecessary emotional outbursts would only waste their limited physical strength and would not allow them to quickly move to another relief point or affordable food stall.

At this moment, they left the square with numb expressions and slightly empty eyes, like a group of zombies.

During this process, a woman holding a child lost her balance and fell to the ground.

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

As he cried, the child sobbed and said:

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

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

Witnessing this scene, Audrey was about to speak, but she saw Melissa take out a portion 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 another one…” Melissa half-knelt down, handed out the bread, dried mushrooms and preserved fruits in her hand, and then explained in a low voice, fearing that she would cause a fight among the surrounding citizens.

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

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

"Thank you, thank you..."

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

"Thank you, thank you..."

Audrey subconsciously glanced around and found that the church pastor, most of the police, and the "night watchmen" who mixed in with the citizens to secretly guard against accidents, all had undisguised sympathy, pity, and sadness.

After most of the citizens had 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 sent my own share.

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

Audrey smiled and stuffed toast, dried mushrooms, and preserved fruits into Melissa's hands:

"You don't have to worry about me. My family is busy preparing dessert for me outside."

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

The wooden box contains exquisitely shaped cucumber sandwiches, cream muffins and mini carrot cakes.

Melissa's face showed obvious surprise. She looked 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 water prepared by St. Samuel's Church.

Audrey seemed to be "petrified" by her gaze. She stood there holding the wooden box for several seconds without moving, but just pursed her lips tightly.

…………

After the fifth group of Moon City residents received purification and treatment and enjoyed the magic mushrooms, this ancient city-state became a believer of the Fool without any resistance and welcomed the saint and messenger of God, Gehrman Sparrow, into the city.

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

High Priest Nim came out of isolation and at the end of the mass, he respectfully asked:

"God's Messenger, what is the great Lord's complete name?"

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

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

After explaining his honorific name, he emphasized:

"Don't recite the full name of the Lord when you pray. Only recite it when there is something important."

Otherwise, Mr. Fool would have a mental breakdown due to the "work calls".

Nim was not surprised at this at all, because the ancient sun god was the same.

He thought for a moment and asked again:

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

Klein said with a sense of mystery:

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

"The most important thing about the ceremony is piety. There are no other requirements. It can be very simple."

Anyway, the Lord doesn’t care… After saying this, Klein added silently in his heart.

After explaining this clearly, 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 use monster flesh and blood as nutrients. They can grow and reproduce quickly, and accumulate all toxins, pollution, and madness into the pure black mushrooms. This can be used as a medium for curses or as paint for arrows..."

The residents of Moon City listened to this with excitement, clasped their hands, lowered their heads, and shouted loudly:

"Praise the Fool!"

At this moment, Klein seemed to hear countless illusory voices emerging from the air. They mixed with real praises, surrounding him and fixing him.