"Praise the Goddess, your kindness will be rewarded. Many people hope to get this opportunity," Father Fidele said, stunned for a moment before smiling.
A job was a luxury for many people.
"If possible, try to choose believers of the Goddess. Of course, the Goddess is merciful, and even believers of other gods, she is equally tolerant." As long as they weren't believers of the God of Death, the God of War, or the True Creator.
If they were really those people, the Goddess might just let them sleep forever.
Tang silently added in his heart.
Hearing Tang's words, Father Fidele couldn't help but nod, sincerely saying, "May the Goddess bless you."
"May the Goddess bless you."
Until Tang left the church, the nightmare never stood up to greet him, seemingly unaware of his arrival, still asleep in his own dream.
Father Fidele tidied up a bit and didn't bother the clergyman who had been transferred from another church.
He was going to find believers of the Goddess who met Tang's requirements... As a devout believer of the Goddess of the Night, Father Fidele admitted that he also had some small selfish motives, but this was allowed by the Goddess, it was the essence of human nature. Of course, this wouldn't prevent him from finding people who believed in other gods and were capable of doing the job, it was just that he had some subjective inclinations.
After leaving the church, Tang had the coachman stop there, while he strolled around this not-too-prosperous place.
He had happened to encounter the devil he had now made into a marionette the last time he was here, which had prevented him from carefully observing this place.
"Although it has some unique features, and nearby farmland has been reclaimed, and bandits have long been eliminated, being close to Tingen has still had an impact."
Everyone had a herd mentality. Tingen was better developed here, and the idea that bigger places offered more opportunities was deeply rooted in people's minds now... Apart from the locals who had lived here for generations, few big merchants would come here to drive economic development.
How to promote characteristic development?
"Sugar is a very good gimmick, but large-scale production isn't possible in a short time... Use the Never-Ending Theater? Isn't using an Angel-level Sealed Artifact to make sugar a bit too demeaning, and the accumulated miracles aren't that many either."
He had been able to feel the 'Proprietor's Ring' on the little finger of his left hand heating up recently. The theater was reminding the proprietor to take action.
Otherwise, it couldn't help but feel like making someone cosplay a teru teru bozu.
"No rush, no rush." Tang was quite Buddhist, "This matter can't be rushed."
If he really wanted to establish a secret organization, just him, Owen, Olson, or the Extraordinary individuals of the Abraham family weren't enough. And thinking about it this way, was he really building a secret organization, or was Abraham developing external members?
People from Abraham could be a part of it, but if most of the organization was them, then it wouldn't be much fun.
Moreover, Tang already had plans for the System's side quest, for the secret organization and his own ritual.
This matter couldn't be rushed anyway.
"Next, I still need to make these eyesore Extraordinary individuals look away first."
Perhaps most of the Church's forces had gone to track down the mid-sequence Extraordinary individual suspected of being a vessel for the Cosmic Dark Side's divine descent, but they were still conducting a more detailed investigation of Tingen.
After all, there had been a high-sequence Extraordinary individual here who could take away a "0" level Sealed Artifact. Although it was unclear whether the other party had already left, this was still an unstable factor for Tingen, where the Church's power wasn't too strong.
The target of the Church's high-sequence Extraordinary individuals' investigation might not be them, but their presence here was somewhat obstructive.
As for how to make these obstructive high-sequence Extraordinary individuals look away...
Tang's gaze fell on a place not far away.
That place was inexplicably surrounded by people, and loud curses could be vaguely heard.
Tang frowned. He leaned on a plain-looking cane, quietly not stepping forward, but subtly hooked the spirit threads around him.
A commoner marionette who had already been hidden in the corner (a villain conveniently taken into the warehouse when cleaning the theater) came out at the right time and squeezed past the others. Using the marionette's vision, Tang saw a fat middle-aged man viciously kicking a child lying on the ground.
"Enough, John! Little Aylin just wanted to buy some food! You drink all day and don't care at all about Little Aylin's seriously ill mother, and you won't even let the child take care of her?"
Someone who couldn't stand it anymore couldn't help but say.
"Shut your mouth, you bastard!" Old John, reeking of alcohol, didn't show any courtesy to these people. Drunk and still holding a wine bottle, he couldn't help but kick the girl curled up on the ground, her face full of pain and cold sweat, after hearing these words.
"This little thing, stole my money, hiccup, dared to steal my money to buy things for that, hiccup, does nothing all day, just lies there sick and waiting for me to serve... Get up for me! Hurry up!"
"Does nothing all day, just thinking about my money, huh?"
He grabbed the girl on the ground by the hair. Some people around reached out to stop him, but Old John sneered drunkenly, "Or, will you pay for this little thing? And you, you're so kind and generous, I'll put my drinks tonight on your tab?"
The person who reached out to help awkwardly stopped and didn't speak anymore.
"Or, you, you, you," he pointed at the people around him and laughed loudly, "do you want to pay for her? Or do you need a servant who only eats and doesn't work? Come on, pay up, and take her and her sick old mother home! Hurry up! Hurry up!"
He shouted louder and louder. Among the onlookers, some were numb, some were unbearable, but in the end, no one offered help anymore and could only leave in silence.
The girl, whose hair was being pulled, couldn't help but scream. She looked around in horror, but everyone she looked at was silent. Finally, the hope in the girl's eyes dimmed. Her face was still painful, but it carried a numb color that could only be formed over many years.
She wanted to tell her alcoholic father that her mother couldn't hold on any longer, that the food at home was about to run out, and that her seriously ill mother couldn't get treatment. This night, or perhaps the next night, her mother would finally go to the Goddess's kingdom...
But, but...
Her eyes were filled with tears, but these tears brought her father no sympathy.
If she hadn't been so skinny, she would have long been sold into a brothel by her drunken father in exchange for a night's drinking money.
But, she didn't want to...
Who will save me?
She cried silently.
But who could save her... better to die, better to just die... Mom, I'm so tired, I'm really so tired...
But a loud slap instantly awakened the girl's lifeless eyes.
Old John, reeking of alcohol, fell stiffly to the ground. He had been directly slapped unconscious.
The captain of the knights, who had swung his arm and given the drunken man a big slap, had a very gloomy expression. He looked at the young man who walked over slowly with an awkward but polite and respectful smile.
This was a big shot whom even the captain of the knights had to treat respectfully.
"Mr. Ramd."
(End of this chapter)