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…

or a promise. Once I become an

Emlyn suddenly felt thankful that

knew that could use

Sanguine, or in the orthodox Churches, one had to accumulate enough contributions until one reached the end of the line where

a credit loan underwritten by Mr. Fool. It can be used to issue missions, and when the advancement succeeds, it can be paid in installments… Emlyn habitually

the bank, some of the Sanguine had rich experience in such areas and would often talk within their own

not be liquidated easily at times, so they had no

as a doctor to earn money. When he took a fancy to a precious piece of art, he bought it using a loan

to pledge his property up for the mortgage. Exploiting his long life, he spent two hundred years repaying the debt. Of course, in name, his father had died, and the

of this

…

Borough in Backlund. Outside Saint Samuel

mushrooms, preserved fruits, and other food from the workers of

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

on the steps behind Melissa and

child while eagerly observing the line in front of her that didn’t seem to shorten. She saw many people dressed in bright clothes, formal suits, and long skirts. Some of them pressed

want to keep order and were dragged out by the priests and policemen who were helping to maintain the order. They were thrown to the back of the

bags piled behind the long table slowly dwindled

all the food had been distributed, but the long line had only

the help couldn’t resist revealing their disappointment, frustration, and reluctance. However,

that unnecessary emotions would only

their eyes vacant as they left the

her legs give way as she fell to

child started wailing loudly,

cried, the child sobbed and said, “Mommy, I’m so

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

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

handed the bread, dried mushrooms, and preserved fruit over. Then, she explained in a soft voice, afraid that

was actually prepared for the foundation staff who had been busy all this

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

the food tightly and mimicked his mother in his nascent voice, “Thank

“Nighthawks” who were mixed among the people to secretly prevent any accidents, were all showing sympathy, pity, and

up her own set of food and handed it to

“You deserve it.”

Miss Hall before her and shook her

gave my own

Hall, don’t worry. I’ll have food when I get

faint smile, Audrey stuffed the grilled bread, dried mushrooms, and preserved fruits into

to worry about me. My family has prepared snacks for me