For the sake of a thousand words per rand, Adella hesitated for a moment, then nodded and officially became Ma Long's female secretary, full-time replacing Ma Long's words.

Ah, if you have something to do, if you have nothing to do... Cough, Ma Long is not so bad or vulgar. At most, he is just a little funny with Adella while resting, and his purpose is just to win over this little secret who can copy it in the same voice.

Of course, on the first day, he copied more than 60,000 words, so after following the paper contract officially established by Ma Long and getting a salary of 60 rands, Adela, who is of demonic blood, never intended to give up the job.

With 60 rand, it is difficult for ordinary people to earn money after working hard for a month!

Therefore, in order to make herself more useful, Adella took the initiative to take on the job of a tutor who taught cultural knowledge to the little fox girl Aimi and Xiao Anwei.

"Adela, who taught you this... knowledge?"

Malone asked curiously, when he looked very relaxed and was competent for the job of a tutor.

"Mom gave it to me."

Adella's answer was very strange, at least Malone didn't understand, so he understood this answer for Adella's knowledge, and was taught by her mother.

Thinking of the information about Drizzt Reim, it was just written that he brought his daughter to White Sand City, without any content about Adela's mother, Malone finally nodded slightly and said again: "Adela, help me teach them both, and I will give you another thirty-lant monthly tutor salary."

Thirty Rand, you can indeed hire a tutor because this professional owner will normally include food and accommodation.

Now, Malone still can't see Adella's talent as a tutor, so of course she won't pay a higher salary - this has nothing to do with exploitation and exploitation, it's just that she is paying according to work.

"Ah? No, no need! I have already taken so much money from you, how can I still get this one again..."

Adella's eyes widened in surprise. In her opinion, Ma Long had no need to pay her the additional money for the tutor.

However, before Adela finished speaking, she was interrupted by Ma Long: "Adela, don't you want yourself and your father to live a better life?"

Adela nodded subconsciously, so Ma Long ended the conversation with a simple word: "So, that's what it means! You should get rewards after giving. This is a rule that God cannot violate!"

After saying that, Ma Long turned around and left, leaving only Adela standing there blankly.

"Really? You should get rewards after giving. Is it a rule that God cannot violate?"

Adella repeated Ma Long's words in a low voice, her purple and golden eyes were full of confusion, and she fell into deep thought.

I don’t know how long it took, but Adela’s low voice to herself rang out again: “Mom, it’s a pity that you can’t hear it, otherwise you would definitely be very happy, right? Mom, Adela misses you so much…”

"Adela, please take the manuscript downstairs to me. I want to go to the publishing house. You can teach Aimi and Anwei well at home, okay?"

Malone's voice came into Adella's ears from the small living room downstairs.

"Ah, OK!" Ma Long's call finally made Adella wake up from her confusion and longing for her mother: "Please wait, I'll come down right away!"

Soon, Adella delivered the sorted manuscript to Ma Long.

And Ma Long was comforting the little fox girl who was pouting and holding the corner of his clothes and never letting go—

"Be good to Ami. Brother, I have to do something very important during this period, so I can't take the cute Miss Ami to go shopping with you. Look, is this good? When I finish this period of time, I will take a day to play with Ami, so there is no problem wherever I go!"

Although Ma Long apologized and made a wish, the little fox girl who was pouting still had no intention of letting go, but just stared at her cute sapphire blue eyes with her eyes wide open suspiciously.

There was no way, Ma Long coaxed him for a long time and finally threw out the "huge concession" of telling another bedtime story every day, and finally got the little fox girl let go.

Fortunately, now that Adela helps to code and climb the grid, Malone can easily squeeze out this time.

It was still squeezing crazy rail steam buses, but Malone had already asked Evena to help him get a steam locomotive. Calculate the time, and this time I went to the publishing house, I should be able to ride it back. There is no way, the price of steam cars is still a bit expensive, so I will use a steam locomotive that is cool and blows the air for a while.

After wasting nearly two hours on the road, Malone finally appeared at the intersection of Banmubuk Street, sorted out the wrinkled clothes that were squeezed on the bus. He held a thick stack of manuscripts in a kraft paper file bag and walked slowly towards the direction of the Emerald Emblem Publishing House.

Banmubuk Street is finally located in the most prosperous center of Baisha City. Not only is the street full of traffic, but Malong also saw many buildings that are under construction or are being renovated and painted along the way.

The sound of human voices, horse ringing, and steam horns filled the ears with noise; steam mixed with the smell of building dust and rust spread throughout the streets - both sounded and smelled, were filled with the thriving feeling of steampunk.

Through the crowd, Ma Long finally saw the two-story building of the Emerald Emblem Publishing House. Several buildings next to it were gone and a piece of white land of at least 300 square meters was demolished.

There is no doubt that this is the venue the banker Thors chose for his new headquarters of Thors Bank.

"What a big deal. If you buy such a piece of land in such a place, you can't get it done with just a little money! Now, even I can't help but wonder, is this guy really a banker who is about to go bankrupt?"

Ma Long couldn't help but start whispering.

Continue to move forward, Ma Long soon saw what he should have seen - a large group of people in a loose circle, occupying the three hundred square meters of white land.

Well, with a curious look on his face, Ma Long squeezed into the crowd.

"Watch the lively God Cult", not only have a lot of believers in the earth world, but also countless believers even in this other world where gods are flooded. Therefore, it was difficult for Ma Long to finally squeeze into the innermost circle.

Then, Malone finally saw the onlooker.

An old and sad paladin.

Yes, the onlooker was an old and sad paladin wearing a full-body armor without any sect's holy emblem. He squatted on the ground with an unknown ancient book that was at least half a foot thick. The ground in front of him was slapped with a palm about a rice-long length, and a white cloth with a large fist written with a large line of characters.

One hundred thousand rand, selling the sacred scriptures at a low price!

That's right, this is what is written on the white cloth spread on the ground.
Chapter completed!