"Little Malone, I hope you can mention the name of my Lord in the books you will publish in the future and in the things you will produce based on your virtual film and television technology."

This is what Risp-Bronzebeards require Maron.

Ma Long understood that he wanted to ask for an advertisement for the contract and the God of Machinery...

However, of course, Malone would not refuse such requests. He agreed happily and said that he would go back to the temple to pray if he had time in the future. Not to mention that in order not to be built into the wall of unbeliever after death, he would also have to be slightly pious to this person with the Yolahan contract. Such mutually beneficial things are definitely more beneficial than not, right?

"Oh, the Bronzebeard Pastor, as a believer of the God of Contract and the Mechanical, if I go to worship the goddess of the Forest again, would it be fine? Will it be contrary to the doctrine of the Contract and the Temple of the Mechanical?"

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Malone also told the matter. Although Master Claw Druid had already patted his chest in front of him and said that there was absolutely no problem, it would be better to confirm it from Risp-Bronzebeard.

"It doesn't matter. The goddess of the forest is an upright and kind deity, and does not conflict with the realm under my lord."

Sure enough, Risp-Bronzebeard nodded, his attitude was actually no different from Master Claw Druid.

"Little Ma Long, the night is deep, so I say goodbye."

After chatting with Ma Long for a few more words, Lisp-Bronzebeard stood up and said goodbye. Ma Long had no choice but to send Lisp-Bronzebeard out of the gate.

As soon as he saw Risp away, the bronze beard turned around and walked a few steps, Malone heard the roar of the steam engine of the steam police car used by Sheriff Bernard's office, and rumbling from the direction of the orphanage from far to near.

So Malone simply stood on the side of the road and waited. After a moment, Sheriff Bernard drove his police car into the gate and stopped beside Malone.

"I just seemed to see the Bronzebeard Elder Pastor?"

Sheriff Bernard, who jumped out of the police car, asked this the first thing he asked, his voice was filled with exhaustion.

"Well, the Bronzebeard Elder Pastor did leave just now. He helped find the twelve goblin gemmasters and dwarf blacksmiths with the best craftsmanship in White Sand City!" Ma Long nodded and confirmed. After a pause, he asked again: "Is there another big case in the police station?"

"It's not a big case, I just caught a group of habitual thieves who robbed the house." Sheriff Bernard responded with obvious hesitation, and then he continued: "Ma Long, based on the confession given by this group of habitual thieves, your aunt's death is likely to be related to them."

Ma Long was stunned, and then finally realized that the "your aunt" she said was about Xiao Anwei's mother.

Sheriff Bernard seemed to have taken Malone's stunned mind and fell into sadness as Malone, so he reached out and patted Malone on the shoulder: "Boy, don't worry, your uncle, I will definitely help this scum among the veterans to where they should go! Let them be punished that they must be punished!"

The scum among veterans?

When Ma Long heard this, what he thought of in his mind was the words that Eshiriya God Nevtu-Ekmond, who had used his soul to communicate with him when his aunt was buried-

"Tell you a secret, the boy with elf blood flowing in his blood vessels. What killed your poor aunt is actually... your pity for those so-called innocent people. Oh, I guess, you will want to know why."

I understand. The so-called secret that Naftu-Ekramon wanted to tell me was the scum among the veterans who killed Xiao Anwei's mother. In fact, they were actually the same group as the six men and one female veterans who robbed Sauls Bank?

If so, it would be...I killed that poor aunt!

Do you blame yourself?

Something...

But what rose in Ma Long's heart was more difficult to describe, mixed with helplessness, powerlessness, anger and other emotions—

If the members of the National Assembly had already passed the "National Minimum Living Security Plan" before this tragedy happened, would things still be like this?

If I had contributed earlier and knew earlier that as long as I had met the gems with more than 5,000 gold coins, the body of the deceased was intact enough, the death time was not long, and the soul of the deceased was not destroyed or sucked into the feelings of the unbeliever, would things become what they are now?

Unfortunately, there is no such thing as what has happened. It is too late to say anything now.

Ma Long is not a reborn person who can live again, nor is he who can make people resurrect in full condition. After all, he is just a half-otaku who has been traveled to this other world.

Seeing that Malone was silent, Sheriff Bernard stopped saying anything. He reached out and patted Malone on the shoulder, and dragged his tired body into the house.

Under the starry sky filled with flowers in the courtyard, Ma Long stood silently for a while before finally calming down.

Because Ma Long finally figured out that it would be meaningless no matter how long he stood here, he would not be able to do anything. Instead of wasting time on being dazed here, it would be better to tell more stories of hundreds or thousands of words.

In this way... you can earn more royalties and then help more poor and disadvantaged women like the mother of Xiao Anwei, so that they will not die tragically.

Or should I set up a public welfare institution that specializes in caring for disadvantaged women?

The only problem is that there is no one who is suitable to take over and host this public welfare organization... By the way! It seems that you can choose a temple similar to the gods of clergy for help? This seems to not only help more poor and disadvantaged women, but also kill two birds with one stone and then build a relationship with a temple?

Standing under the starry sky and smelling the fragrance of flowers in Xiren, Ma Long's thinking became more and more widespread. He had even begun to select possible temples in his mind that he could contact us.

This is not that Ma Long thought too much, but after experiencing a series of events in the municipal square during the day, he finally realized that the power of gods and temples in this world is actually very huge. Although it is difficult for mad believers to see it, almost everyone in this world will choose one of the gods to worship, and some people with ulterior motives can use this to block and attack others in the name of God.

Therefore, if you don’t want these theocracy to hinder your work, you can only choose to either completely overturn the theocracy or choose some spokespersons of God to discuss cooperation... Malone is obviously not a violent revolutionary, and he doesn’t want to be a revolutionary pioneer, so he chose the latter without hesitation.

While thinking about this, Ma Long turned around and walked into the house. After just two steps, he saw the little fox girl standing quietly beside a budding iris lace, silently staring at him with worried eyes.

The soft moonlight shone on the little girl, making her blue hair and fox tail shine with blue star-like brilliance...

"I'm fine, don't worry about me."

Hurry up, Ma Long showed a big smile at the little fox girl. He didn't want the little girl he liked to worry about him.

Unfortunately, Little Aimi just gently wielded the fluffy fox tail, because she could hear all the conversation between Ma Long and her father before.

Realizing that the smiley face was not effective, Ma Long could only shake his head and walk to the little fox girl, then half-squatted down at a distance of audible breathing, and faced the little fox girl with all eyes: "Don't Ami believe in Brother Ma Long?"

Perhaps the distance between them was too close, the little fox girl turned her head slightly uneasy, and moved her sapphire blue eyes to the iris beside her...

"Hey, since Little Aimi doesn't believe me anymore, what's the point of living? As expected, I'll just go find a piece of bread and kill it."

Ma Long's extremely melancholy voice continued to reach the fox's ears standing high above his head.

Brother Ma Long wants to kill him? How can this be done!

The little fox girl hurriedly turned her gaze back, and then she found that the hateful brother Ma Long was looking at her with a cramped face. So the little fox girl finally found that she had been fooled, so her little mouth pouted high.

Big liar... scratch you!

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