Chapter 76: Distributing Mushrooms

Chapter 76: Distributing Mushrooms

Maintaining his smile and calming his mood, Emlyn responded, “I can find helpers at a sufficient level.”

In this matter, he did not especially want to rely on the Sanguine’s forces, because if he did, without question, he would once again be reduced to a liaison, spectator, and messenger. When the spoils were divided at the end, he would have no say at all.

And among the Sanguine dukes and marquises, there was no shortage of direct descendants who wished to advance to demigod and become earls.

At first, Emlyn had believed in his identity as the Sanguine savior. He had believed that the major figures above would treat every matter and every member fairly. But as The Hanged Man analyzed, time and again, the hidden intentions buried within Marquis Nibbs and other high-ranking Sanguine’s orders, measures, and words, Emlyn gradually grew guarded.

Maric’s brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

“Sherlock Moriarty?”

Emlyn felt puzzled. After adjusting his sitting posture, he asked, “Why do you think it’s him?”

If this had been before, he would definitely have said outright, “Why bring up Sherlock Moriarty? He left Backlund nearly two years ago.” But the present him could keenly sense that Maric’s words concealed certain information, so he instinctively adjusted his own response.

In this Wraith’s eyes, Sherlock Moriarty is not simple? Mm, he indeed isn’t simple… While speaking, Emlyn made a guess inwardly.

Hearing Emlyn’s question, Maric’s gaze immediately turned rather strange, as though he were seeing this Sanguine viscount for the first time.

He soon restrained the abnormality on the surface and said in a voice devoid of emotion, “We need to consider it.

“I hope that when we meet next, you can present a more convincing plan.”

“No problem.” Emlyn secretly breathed out in relief.

He immediately stood and bowed with the bearing of a gentleman.

After agreeing on a method of contact, he put on his silk top hat, turned, and left the room.

On his way back to his own residence, Emlyn could not help running through his preliminary plan in his mind.

“As long as I reach a cooperation agreement with a demigod of the temperance faction of the Rose School of Thought, I can use it to apply to the marquises and dukes for the use of one of the race’s Grade 1 sealed artifacts…

“Using the partner’s demands as the reason, I can reject the race’s demigods and prevent them from directly interfering…

“Mm. To reach an agreement, I must display enough strength to convince Maric and the others… I can only issue a mission at the Tarot Gathering and see whether Madam Hermit, Miss Justice, Mr. Hanged Man, and the others are willing to accept the commission. Also, Miss Magician can be considered too. She can summon the projection of The World Gehrman Sparrow…

“The biggest problem right now is that I cannot offer enough payment…

“I can only try to pay in advance, or give a promise, then repay everything bit by bit after I become an earl…”

At this thought, Emlyn suddenly felt fortunate that he had joined the Tarot Club.

It was the only organization he knew where future promises could be exchanged for present resources.

Within the Sanguine, or in the orthodox Churches, one had to accumulate merits step by step before even gaining an opportunity to line up and wait for Beyonder characteristics and advancement rituals. Sometimes, a Beyonder might not accumulate the required contributions over an entire lifetime.

This is like a credit loan guaranteed by Mr. Fool. I can use it to issue missions, and after successfully advancing, I’ll repay everything at once or in installments… Emlyn habitually brought the essence of the matter closer to something he was familiar with.

Although he himself had never taken a bank loan, some Sanguine had rich experience and often exchanged knowledge internally.

Most of them had fixed hobbies that consumed great amounts of money. The precious things in their collections could not…