Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 1226 Handing Out Mushrooms

Emlyn maintained his smile and calmed himself down before responding, “I can find helpers of a sufficient level.”

He didn’t wish to borrow the forces of the Sanguine too much on this matter, because if that happened, he would undoubtedly end up as a liaison, a bystander, and a messenger. He would not have any say in the eventual distribution of the spoils of war.

As for the Sanguine Dukes and Marquises, they had no lack of direct descendants who wished to advance to become a demigod and become an Earl.

At the very beginning, Emlyn believed in his identity as the Sanguine’s savior. He believed that the important figures would treat every single member fairly. However, as The Hanged Man analyzed the various high-level Sanguine orders from Marquis Nibbs and the other high-level Sanguine, Emlyn gradually became wary of them.

He frowned slightly and said, “Sherlock Moretti?”

Emlyn was puzzled as he shifted in his seat.

“Why do you think it’s him?”

If it was in the past, he would have directly said, “Why are you mentioning Sherlock Moretti? He has been away from Backlund for nearly two years.” But now, he could acutely grasp that there was some hidden information in Maric’s words. He subconsciously adjusted his question.

In the eyes of this Wraith, Sherlock Moretti isn’t simple? Yes, indeed, he isn’t simple… As he spoke, Emlyn made a guess.

Upon hearing Emlyn’s question, Maric’s expression immediately turned odd, as though it was his first time meeting this Sanguine Viscount.

He quickly restrained the abnormality on the surface and said without emotion, “We need to consider it.

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

“No problem.” Emlyn secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

He immediately stood up and bowed gentlemanly.

After deciding on the means of communication, he put on his silk hat and walked out of the room.

As he returned to his residence, Emlyn couldn’t help but run through his initial plan.

As long as I complete a cooperative agreement with the demigod of the Rose School of Thought’s temperance faction, I can use it to apply for a Grade 1 Sealed Artifact from the Marquises and Dukes of the race…

Using the reason that it’s under the cooperating partner’s behest that they object to having demigods of the race be involved, I can stop them from directly interfering…

Yes, in order to make an agreement, I have to show enough strength to convince Maric and the others… I can only commission the mission at the Tarot Club to see if Ma’am Hermit, Miss Justice, and Mr. Hanged Man are willing to accept the commission. Miss Magician can also be considered. She can summon the projection of Gehrman Sparrow…

The biggest problem now is that I can’t provide enough compensation…

only try to make an advance or a promise. Once I become an Earl,

in mind, Emlyn suddenly felt thankful that

could use a future promise

to accumulate enough contributions until one reached the end of the line where the characteristics and

issue missions, and when the advancement

borrowed money from the bank, some of the Sanguine had rich experience in such areas and would

be liquidated easily at times, so they had no choice but to borrow money

good at wealth management. He relied solely on his profession as a doctor to earn money. When he took a fancy to a precious piece of art, he bought

the debt. Of course, in name, his father had died,

this

…

Borough in Backlund.

grilled bread, dried mushrooms, preserved fruits, and other food from the workers of the

main entrance of the cathedral all the way to the square and circled it several times. At

steps behind Melissa

line in front of her that didn’t seem to shorten. She saw many people dressed in bright clothes, formal suits,

by the priests and policemen who were

delivered, the cloth bags piled behind the long table slowly dwindled until

the food had been distributed, but the long line had only been reduced by

frustration, and reluctance. However, they didn’t make a scene or argue. They moved their feet mechanically

the past one or two months. They had long known that unnecessary emotions would only waste the energy they

this moment, their expressions were numb, their eyes vacant as they left

process, a woman carrying a child had her legs give way as she fell

loudly,

child sobbed and said, “Mommy, I’m

soon. There’ll be food soon. There’s food at Memorial Square…” The woman carried the child and patted his back. Tears streamed down her

Audrey was just about to say something when she saw Melissa take out a plate of food from a wooden crate under a long table and

now. There’s still one more…” Melissa crouched down and handed the bread, dried mushrooms, and preserved fruit over. Then, she explained in a soft voice, afraid that it would cause a

staff who had been busy all this

woman took the food and handed it to the child as she said repeatedly, “Thank you, thank

the food tightly and mimicked his mother in his

“Nighthawks” who were mixed

citizens had left, Audrey picked up her

“You deserve it.”

at Miss Hall before her

my

food when I get home. My

bread, dried mushrooms,

me. My family has prepared snacks for me