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…

promise. Once I become an Earl, I’ll return the payment one by

mind, Emlyn suddenly felt thankful that he

he knew that could use a future promise to exchange for

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

used to issue missions, and when the advancement succeeds,

had rich experience in such areas and would often talk

precious items might not be liquidated easily at times, so they had no choice but to

solely on his profession as a doctor to earn money. When he took a fancy to a precious piece of

up for the mortgage. Exploiting his long life, he spent two hundred years repaying the debt.

evaluation of this

…

Borough in Backlund. Outside

received the grilled bread, dried mushrooms, preserved

to the square and circled it several times. At a

steps behind

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

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

bags piled behind the long table

but the long line had only been reduced by

revealing their disappointment, frustration, and reluctance. However, they didn’t make a

two months. They had long known that unnecessary emotions would only waste the energy they had little of. It would hamper their quick movements to other relief points or

numb, their eyes vacant as they left the square like a bunch

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

child started wailing loudly, his

child sobbed and

woman

a plate of food from a wooden crate under a

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

who had been busy all this while. The portion that Melissa had given

the child as she said

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

of the police, as well as the “Nighthawks” who were mixed among the people to secretly prevent any accidents, were

Audrey picked up her own set of food and handed

“You deserve it.”

Hall before her and

gave my own

I’ll have food when I

grilled bread, dried mushrooms,

about me. My family has