Dear Broom Knight.

Chapter 965 I can use it too
Despite having many questions, Toronto now looked at the slum he had chosen and asked earnestly, "I remember that the compensation for demolishing old houses in Emilia City followed the rules of the Dark Night Temple, right?"

“Of course,” the Goddess of the Night replied smugly. “The tenant will receive two years’ rent as compensation, and the landlord will also receive a new house and one year’s rent equivalent to that of a property of the same level.”

After all, they are all family members. This is forcing them to leave their place of residence! How can we not provide adequate compensation?

The rules of Emilia City back then were all set by that queen according to the common sense of the Church of the Night... and her common sense, which came from the Goddess of the Night, could only be the Temple of the Night God.

She herself didn't know what she had done, but in the end, she made the vast majority of people in the city choose the Goddess of the Night.

Toronto understands perfectly well; after all, he once wanted to live in the news... If there were a place where he could live like that, he would be incredibly grateful for the existence of such a place.

It's just about having faith in a god~ There's absolutely no problem with that!

Before doing anything that displeases him, this person is his eternal faith.

Toronto is a place where you can swear an oath.

It is precisely because of Emilia's overly orthodox atmosphere that even the slums are not truly poor.

After all, in this country, as long as you are willing to work hard, you really won't be in a situation where you can't survive.

The orphaned children were mostly taken in the Dark Night Monastery, and even the Earth Church would compete with them for their numbers... There were simply too few of them.

In particular, the dark church on Laurel Street saved the lives of almost all pregnant women.

Generally speaking, as long as the mother is still alive, the child's life won't be too miserable... The Church of the Dark Night even provides some washing and cleaning jobs for poor women.

Toronto then observed the terrain in the lower right corner and nodded seriously: "I chose this place for reasons beyond what you might think. Rather, it's because there's an independent waterway here that I can use."

The Goddess of the Night didn't know what to say. Black text appeared and disappeared, leaving only the sentence: "Whatever makes you happy, say whatever you want."

Golden characters slowly appeared: "Dark Night, he means you should publicize it this way."

The Toronto monk doesn't need a reputation for being compassionate and sympathetic... He can lend a hand if he feels like it, but he can't do it voluntarily.

Have you forgotten who's standing here?

The Goddess of the Night then realized: "The King of the North still wants to use this identity?"

"Why not use them? There are over a dozen in Toronto! And they're all high-level professionals." Blue handwriting appeared next, "There might even be some I don't know about."

"This is troublesome." The Goddess of the Night seemed a little impatient.

Toronto glanced at it with some surprise.

The Goddess of the Night seems to have changed in personality and temperament; she is completely different from the one she met when she escorted Alex home.

Although her followers in the Night are arrogant and somewhat crazy, they are masters of all sorts of tricks... No intelligence agency dares to claim that they absolutely do not have any Shadows of the Night.

The Northern royal family's offerings were utterly insignificant compared to hers.

It would be normal for the Lord of Storms to say that.

Toronto thought about it and, after confirming that the other gods did not have any particular reaction to the Goddess of Night's performance, gave up on pursuing the matter.

If the Goddess of the Night wants to break free from her constraints and embark on a new divine life through other means, then Toronto might be curious enough to investigate further.

But, Selenne and Sal?

He never had the thought of seeking his own death.

Although those two won't get into any trouble themselves, they can turn everything related to them into a disaster.

Especially when the two sisters come together, it's really... even a dog passing by will be caught and examined to see its quality.

Even though Toronto was planning a trip to Torrell, it never intended to get involved with these two.

So he quickly handed over a preliminary design of the future fountain or waterfall lake to the Goddess of the Night: "This is all the area I need. If your followers plan to set up some shops or other institutions on the periphery, then add them yourself."

"I'm only in charge of that lake."

"No problem." After accepting the gift, the Goddess of Night asked curiously, "What's the difference between a waterfall and a fountain?"

Toronto replied expressionlessly, "It makes no difference to me."

But for them, they can choose one they prefer.

This was a habit he brought back from his previous world.

The client doesn't actually know what they want, but they always have a desire to participate.

Regardless of whether they understand it or not, they must offer a few heartfelt opinions.

After several revisions and reverting to the initial approach, Toronto finally found the simplest solution: give them a choice.

Regardless of the design, give them two similar patterns to make them struggle with the choice.

Once their desire to participate is finally released and eliminated, he can officially start working... Whether it's oil painting or digital painting, there must be a draft.

Even renowned painters, unless they are purely abstract artists who rely on intuition, generally need to create several different drafts. In fact, serious abstract artists also create drafts.

They simply splash paint according to their inner emotions, creating a painting that evokes feelings in them, without thinking that covering the canvas with paint constitutes feeling.

For any normal painter, a painting needs to be drafted in ten stages!

This wouldn't require him to exert much more effort, but it would reduce the pain of communicating with people... Anyway, the result would be roughly the same, neither damaging his reputation nor requiring him to make repeated revisions.

So even after so many years, even though he has become the head of the dictatorship, Toronto still habitually offered two similar but different options.

Anyway, it's something that can be solved with a single spell.

Even the black text that popped up from the Goddess of the Night was somewhat surprised: "I didn't expect you to be so considerate."

Yes, when you're home, you're especially understanding and always manage to get the most satisfactory results.

He's nothing like those monks who are too lazy to explain their thoughts to outsiders!

Toronto couldn't help but twitch his lips... He really didn't think he was being considerate in any way, but when it comes to renovating someone's house or surrounding environment, shouldn't you do it according to their wishes?
But he also knew to some extent that mages didn't really consider these things.

They will only do what is most convenient for them.

For example... that star fortress in Al-Saran.

It really fits his teacher's consistent personality of liking mystery and loving adventure.

However, whether future residents will be satisfied is uncertain.

Toronto residents were somewhat skeptical that once he returned to his original identity, he would be greeted by a visit from his next-door neighbors.

The Greek pantheon, while lacking in morality and ethics, wasn't quite as bad as...

not always.

Ezra was also of royal lineage from the North, so perhaps his tastes were similar to those of Arslan.

Anyway, his mother definitely wouldn't like that kind of cyber fortress... no, that's a bit of an exaggeration.

But the reason Toronto is associated with cyberpunk is because of the city’s predominantly dark color scheme, which is mixed with a lot of blue and green tones.

Then the buildings became very tall skyscrapers... In order to avoid the concept of towers being quickly modified later, all the buildings were stretched into polygons.

Toronto knew that as soon as the Lord of the Magic Tower disappeared, those protruding edges would be immediately eliminated, making the buildings nearly circular.

But this still couldn't stop his absurd illusion... especially when the simulated sun appeared inside the fortress, its slightly reddish light intertwined with the blue-green light on the exterior of some buildings.

Sometimes, it's no wonder he felt like he was dreaming.

After all, this world is truly bizarre.

"Give me an answer by noon tomorrow." Toronto looked around the city again and said slowly, "I'll go home once the maze thing is over. If you keep delaying, you'll have to solve the problem yourself."

It's not impossible, right?

"I need a stage that can expand automatically." The words rolled out in black ink. "No delays whatsoever!"

A question mark slowly appeared in brown lettering.

He also remembered that he had funded the construction of this lake for his followers.

Although he relinquished the design rights, it was because the design had to meet the requirements of the city's owner.

However, judging from the Dark Goddess's behavior, she seems to be planning to take the spot from him!
What about the money he just paid?
“Oh!” The Goddess of the Night replied quickly, “Let me show you the design from Toronto.”

This is clearly a multi-functional stage!
It can be used for small gatherings on the leaves and large gatherings on the main flower.

How many large gatherings can you believers on Earth hold?
Besides, we'll all go back and regroup tonight!
That night, the stage naturally belonged to me!
Don't ask me why you always pay for it... I just don't want to waste money, but I have no interest in building it myself.

You understand this, don't you?

After she finished speaking that long string of words, the Lord of the Earth seemed to be stunned.

Toronto could tell from the rolling brown trails that the Lord of the Earth was not unaware of how shameless the Goddess of Night was.

But he endured it anyway.

He probably felt that the Goddess of the Night's sophistry wasn't entirely unreasonable... Moreover, the small loss he suffered wasn't worth the conflict between him and the Goddess of the Night.

He has always been a tolerant older brother.

So he accepted reality, only emphasizing one sentence: "The daytime can only belong to me."

"During large gatherings, the nighttime hours must also be open; you can't disrupt things at that time."

"Don't worry!" the Goddess of the Night replied happily, "My followers will only cooperate when the moon is high in the sky!"

(End of this chapter)