Chapter 282 The fastest way

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The City of the Dead... "Unknown Souls"... Ancient God... It sounds very dangerous... Klein looked at the radio ticker in front of him and fell into deep thought.

Dada, another piece of illusory white paper spits out:

“I don’t know much about these other things except those.

"Great Master, I have a suggestion, do you want to hear it?"

This question is good... Klein retracted his thoughts and nodded slightly:

"explain."

The sound of the radio receiver suddenly became light and a line of words quickly appeared on the illusory white paper:

“As for Calderon’s question, you can ask ‘Red Light’ Al Moria.”

In the end, I couldn't get around the "red light"... Klein nodded with a very small amplitude and asked:

"Now that Berens City is under attack, and I'm still two days away, what advice do you have on this?"

The radio ticker paused for a moment, and then typed a line of words as if it was carefully written:

"Dear Master, as you are now, you cannot complete the task."

The two Aurora Envoys were not enough to intervene in Berens’ battle? Well, as expected, what should I do?

"You can go and ask Ms. D for help, she has a way."

Ms. D has a way? She does have many industries in the Southern Mainland, and may help me, depending on whether you have security. Klein made a decision and thought about it:

"Okay, then that's all here today."

After the typewriter finished typing this sentence, it quickly rang again:

"Great Master, wise Master, wait for another minute or two, and a gaze will come! Your loyal servant Arodes is waiting for your next call, goodbye~"

One or two minutes left? Why didn't you say it earlier? Klein was shocked, as if he saw the countdown of the time bomb, and quickly used materials that had not been cancelled, and held a sacrifice ceremony to throw the radio receiver into the grey fog.

But above the gray fog, Klein did not leave immediately, but seized the time to write a divination note. Once he sought Ms. D's help, he would probably spend a long time in the carriage. He did not have the opportunity to go back four steps to wait for the Shangyuan Fort. Therefore, he could only end before Ms. D's return - he finished divination within half a minute.

“Ms. D’s plan will bring danger to me”

Rotate clockwise in a small amplitude.

There will be some danger, but not big, and it is completely acceptable.

Klein breathed a sigh of relief and quickly returned to the real world.

Next, he should consider when to contact the Seven Lights of the Spirit Realm.

After doing all this, I sat quietly for a while and confirmed that nothing had happened, Klein pushed open the door, took the secret agent downstairs to check out, and went to the hall to wait for Ms. D to come back after finishing her business.

After sitting quietly for a few minutes, Klein suddenly felt a gaze falling on him, and he suddenly had a bad premonition.

I saw two dirty figures squatting not far from the glass door of the hotel, one big and one small.

The older one was a disabled man with no specific age but quite old and thinness. The younger one was sitting in the man's arms and looking at him with his big bright eyes. It turned out to be the little girl Klein saw in the restaurant last night.

They were wrapped in a piece of rag and squatted in the corner of the wall, wondering if they had been there all night.

Seeing Klein looking at them, the two of them stood up in a hurry, without knowing where to put their hands.

Klein felt the hairs on his back stand up one by one, and was defeated by the ignorant and bright eyes. He sat with his fists for a long time, and finally got the most courage to stand up, and walked towards the glass door with his teeth, wanting to ask them what they were doing for him. Should they be blackmailing or begging? Because he gave the little girl a bowl of rice?

At this moment, familiar footsteps came from not far away. Ms. D, wearing sunglasses and hat, walked quickly. Seeing that Klein's condition seemed to have recovered, she smiled and said hello.

Then, she also noticed two natives in the South Continent who seemed to have something to say, one big and one small, and she looked at them and then Klein: "Sir, are they here to find you?"

"...I don't know either." Klein responded in a deep voice.

The little girl did not react. After seeing Ms. D, who was obviously from the Northern Mainland, the older man showed panic and horror. His eyes flashed between Klein and Ms. D, his lips were stammering, and he didn't say a word.

Ms. D smiled without surprise, she spoke softly, as if magical in her voice:

"Don't be nervous." It is in Du Tan.

“Under God’s gaze, we will not harm you.”

Under the cover of the morning sun, a less obvious golden halo fell on the old and thin man. The warm power seemed to let him bathe in hot water, his body and mind involuntarily relax, and the fear in his eyes was greatly reduced.

Seeing that the other party calmed down, Ms. D asked with a smile:

"Sir, what's wrong with you?"

The thin man hesitated for a while, and finally spoke with a strong local language and body language, which made Klein and Ms. D barely understand what he wanted to express:

He was the uncle of the little girl. All the people in his family died of illness and starvation. The child's parents were arrested and went to the plantation. The slaves caught a little devil who could not sell for a few dollars and a disabled devil escaped. He could not support the child either. He heard that someone had not bullied her and gave her food. He took the risk to come and take a look and asked Klein to take the child away.

After listening to the other party's stumbling narrative, Klein fell into silence.

Ms. D looked at Klein and said nothing.

Klein replied to the man in Du Tan: "I don't need slaves."

The man was shocked. He used his only remaining hand to lift the little girl's face, and used his sleeves to wipe the dust off the dust, saying intermittently:

"Sir, look, although she is young, she is a beauty! If you don't need a slave, then, mistress...adopted daughter..."

Klein raised his head and took a deep breath, making a stop gesture as he tried his best.

He felt that his ability to bear was far less than he thought, and he almost suffocated just by listening to others.

The man had to look at Ms. D with a look of help, and Ms. D could only give him a look of helplessness. The little girl beside him seemed to feel something, and she tightly grabbed the man's hem with some tension.

Suddenly, Klein turned to look at Ms. D and asked seriously: "Madam, if I wanted to run a factory in such a city to provide jobs for these poor and unemployed people, how much money would it take to operate each month?"

After hearing this, Ms. D smiled slightly:

"You are really a person with noble character. Of course, the operating capital depends on the business you want to do and the size of your factory... I do have some small industries in the South Mainland, but that was also established with the help of friends to do some simple fabric textile and processing businesses. If you have any intention in this regard, I welcome you to talk to me and my partners in detail."

After saying that, she turned her gaze to the confused little girl, and the thin man with his eyes full of prayers, and asked in the common language of the Northern Mainland:

"Before that, how are you going to… deal with them?"

An elderly disabled person and a child in his teens are obviously not suitable for working in factories.

The old Kohler, who Klein helped, was also a middle-aged and elderly person with all kinds of limbs and still had the ability to work.

Seeing that Klein had not made a decision, Ms. D proposed her own advice: "This child may be able to live a better life with you. As he said, otherwise they would have to starve to death together, or the child survived and become a street girl early... This is too cruel for anyone, not to mention that she looks only eleven or twelve years old."

"But what if I hope they all survive?"

Klein's eyes were staring at the little girl's hand holding her family's clothes, and his eyes and tone gradually became firmer: "For the sake of his child's life, he sold her to me. Without the concern of the child, he would soon lose the will to survive."

"You can give him more money," said Ms. D. "Based on the prices of the Southern Mainland and his age, just think that he can live for another twenty years, about four or five hundred pounds is enough for him to enjoy his old age."

Klein laughed, too.

"If such a child sells four or five hundred pounds, then other local people will definitely try their best to sell the child to me or to others..." Halfway through, Klein remembered that the slave trade and population trade in the South China were still operating, so he immediately changed his words, "...but the person who bought those children would definitely not be me, but the plantation, and he will live a harder life from now on."

Ms. D observed his expression, and the smile on her face became brighter:

"Then you can just give them money and not bring the children back so that they won't separate and live a good life."

Klein shook his head and spoke in a nostalgic tone:

"There is a story in my hometown where a person redeems a fellow countryman who became a slave, but he did not ask for the rewards given to him by the local government. Because he has money, he does not need these. But his teacher criticized this behavior because he raised the moral standards for redeeming slaves alone. I can give them money directly instead of others. Perhaps my original intention was not so self-motivated, but there will be fewer people who really want to adopt or help them through business later."

The more Ms. D listened, the more subtle the expression became. She asked tentatively:

"I understand what you mean. Mr. X, do you know Mr. Ernst?"

Klein was slightly stunned and shook his head.

Ms. D immediately changed the topic back: "How are you going to help them?"

“I want to open some charity schools, factories, or other places that can help these people.”

Klein thought, "I will give you a resettlement fee, hoping that they can temporarily work in your factory for a while, and then send them to me after my industry starts to operate."

"You are a kind person, and I will continue to give them two positions when my factory can also give them."

Ms. D immediately wrote a note, stamped her own seal, and stuffed it to the two of them, reminding them to go to a shop for help. Then, she looked at Klein and said tactfully: "However, it would be better to invest directly in a charitable foundation with mature industries than to start building a factory from now on? ...If you need it, I can recommend the Ernst Foundation to you..."

“I’ve seen their members in the East Side.”

Seeing two South Mainland people, one big and one small, holding notes blankly, looking like they couldn't believe it, Klein took the initiative to explain and quickly left before the other party was about to kneel down and thank him: "They seem to belong to the Rose School's temperance school?"

Ms. D pushed her sunglasses.

Ms. D spoke hesitantly:

"This was the case before... Now due to the internal innovation of the Rose School... it is not wrong to say that they are indulgents... Hmm, please rest assured, Mr. X, I can guarantee you if you have any intention in this regard."

Work with the Rose School to do business?

The Ernst Foundation suddenly became terrifying in Klein's heart. As a Sequence 7, Sharon and others killed three Sequence members of the Rose School. Sequence 6 was ambushed by the "Full Tree of Desire". Two months ago, he was besieged by a demigod named "Jacks" and the extraordinary man in the Southern Continent. Klein, who had rich experience in opposition to the Rose School, almost immediately retreated.

"...I'll think about it." He coughed.

"By the way, ma'am, the situation is critical now. I need to get to Berens quickly. Is there any other way?"
To be continued...