Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 45 Xiao Yalin

"Praise the goddess, your kindness will be rewarded. Many people hope to get this opportunity." Father Fidel was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

For many people, a job can even be considered a luxury.

"If possible, try to choose the goddess's believers. Of course, the goddess is kind and will be equally tolerant even of the believers of other gods." As long as they are not believers of the God of Death, the God of War, or the True Creator, it will be fine.

If these people are really the ones, the goddess may have to let them sleep forever.

Tang added silently in his heart.

Father Fidel nodded in response to Tang's words and said sincerely, "May the goddess bless you."

"May the goddess bless you."

Until they left the church, the nightmare never stood up to greet Tang. It seemed that he was not aware of his arrival and was still sleeping in his dream.

Father Fidel tidied up and did not disturb the clergyman who was transferred from another church.

He was going to search for a follower of the goddess who met Tang's requirements... As a devout follower of the Goddess of Night, Father Fidel admittedly had some minor selfish motives, but this was permitted by the goddess and was part of human nature. Of course, this didn't affect his search for believers in other gods who were qualified for the job; it was just a matter of subjective inclination.

After leaving the church, Tang asked the driver to stop here while he strolled around this not-too-bustling place.

He happened to encounter it the last time he came here. Now that the demon has been made into a secret puppet, he has no time to take a closer look at this place.

"Although it has some unique features, and nearby farmland has been reclaimed, and the bandits have long been eliminated, it is still affected by its proximity to Tingen."

Everyone has a herd mentality. The idea that Tingen is better developed than here, that there are more opportunities in big places, etc. is deeply rooted in people's minds today... Apart from the subjects who have lived here for generations, there are few big businessmen who will come here to drive economic development.

How to promote characteristic development?
"Sugar is a good gimmick, but it can't be mass-produced right now... Using the Never-Ending Theater? Isn't it a bit cheap to use an Angel-level Sealed Artifact to make sugar? And the accumulated miracles aren't that many."

He has recently been able to feel that the "master's ring" on his left little finger is getting a little hot. The theater is reminding the master to take action.

Otherwise, it would make people want to cosplay as the Sunny Doll.

"No rush, no rush." ​​Tang was quite calm. "There's no rush for this."

If they really want to establish a secret organization, he, Owen, Olson or the extraordinary people of the Abraham family are not enough. And if you calculate it this way, is he the one who is creating the secret organization or is Abraham developing peripheral members?

Abraham's people can be a component, but if the organization is mostly made up of them, it will not be fun.

Moreover, Tang already has plans for the system's side quests, the secret organization, and his own rituals.

There's no rush for this.

"Next, we need to get these annoying Beyonders out of our sight first."

Perhaps most of the Church's forces have been used to track down the carrier of the Mid-Sequence Beyonder who is suspected to be a descendant of the dark side of the universe, but they are still conducting a more detailed investigation of Tingen.

After all, there was once a High-Sequence Beyonder who was able to take away the "0" level seal. Although it is unclear whether the other party has left, this is also one of the unstable factors for Tingen, where the church's influence is not too strong.

The High-Sequence Beyonders of the Church might not be the ones to be inspected by them, but their presence here was somewhat of a hindrance.

As for how to get these troublesome High-Sequence Beyonders to look away...

Tang's gaze was fixed on a spot not far away. For some reason, the place was crowded with people, and loud curses could be heard faintly.

Tang frowned, holding a plain cane. An Jing did not move forward, but faintly hooked the lines of the spirits around him.

An ordinary man, a secret doll (a villain who was brought into the warehouse when cleaning the theater) who had been hiding in the corner came out at the right time and pushed the others away; with the help of the secret doll's vision, Tang saw a fat middle-aged man kicking the child lying on the ground viciously.

"That's enough, John. Little Yalin just wants to buy some food. You're drinking there every day, not caring about little Yalin's seriously ill mother at all, and you don't even let her children take care of her."

Some people who really couldn't stand it couldn't help but speak out.

"Shut up!" Old John, who was drunk, would not tolerate these people at all. He was drunk and holding a bottle of wine in his hand. After hearing these words, he couldn't help but kick the girl who fell to the ground, curled up her stomach, and her face was full of pain and cold sweat.

"This little bastard stole my money, hiccup, and actually stole my money to buy things for that, hiccup, who does nothing all day long and just lies there sickly waiting for me to serve him... Get up! Hurry!"

"You do nothing all day long, just thinking about your money, right?"

He grabbed the girl from the ground. People around him tried to stop him, but Old John sneered drunkenly, "How about you pay for this little thing? And you, you're so kind and generous, I'll put the money for tonight's drinks on your shoulders, too?"

The person who reached out to help was embarrassed and stopped talking.

"Or, you, you, you," he pointed at the people around him and laughed, "you want to pay for her? Or are you short of a servant who only eats and does no work? Come on, pay the money and take her and her sick old mother home! Come quickly! Come quickly!"

He shouted louder and louder. Some of the onlookers were numb, some were reluctant to help, but in the end no one offered a helping hand and they could only leave in silence.

The girl whose hair was pulled could not help but scream. She looked around in horror, but everyone she saw was silent. Finally, the hope in the girl's eyes dimmed. Her face was still in pain, but with a numb tone that could only be formed over the years.

She wanted to tell her alcoholic father that her mother could no longer hold on, that the food in the house was running out, and that her mother, gravely ill, had no access to medical care. This night, or perhaps the next, her mother would finally pass away to the goddess's kingdom...

But, but...

Her eyes were filled with tears, but these tears could not bring her father any sympathy.

If she hadn't been so thin, she would have been sold to a brothel by her alcoholic father in exchange for money for a night of drinking.

But she doesn't want to...

Who can help me?
She cried silently.

But who can come to save her... It's better to die, it's better to die right now... Mom, I'm so tired, I'm really tired...

But a loud slap instantly awakened the girl's dead eyes.

Old John, who was drunk, fell to the ground stiffly. He was knocked unconscious by a slap in the face.

The knight captain, who swung his arm and slapped the drunk man in the face, had a very gloomy look on his face. He looked at the young man who was walking slowly towards him with an awkward but polite smile.

This is a big shot that even the knight captain has to treat with respect.

"Mr. Ramde."

(End of this chapter)