Chapter 313 It's so lively

630

After hearing these words, Klein was slightly stunned, then nodded.

"My name is Richard Ernst," said the tall young man with a smile. "It's such an unforgettable first meeting."

This name? Is the founder of Ernst Foundation? The foundation has been around two hundred years of history and is said to be initially established in Intis. It is understandable that Ms. D can contact her. If the founder is a saint or an angel, it is not surprising that she is still alive.

"Hello." Klein simply maintained the appearance and character of German Sparrow, "to call him casually."

Ms. D seemed to have called out an amazing strong man. The founder of the charity foundation was actually a strong man of the Rose School... It seems that it is very restrained? The temperate school? The Rose School in the South Continent seems to have reduced a lot of information since Sera was inexplicably crazy... Klein felt that his worldview was shocked, so he reached out and pinched both sides of his cheeks, turned his head and tried to look at the Amon clone mummy and the monocle mummy lying straight on the ground with a less gloating mentality.

Then, Klein tried to control his "winner" secret puppet again, and was arched by the parasitic secret puppet and coughed hard. Not long after, it coughed out a transparent insect with twelve links from its throat.

"Demigod-level material, good."

Richard Ernst looked at the mummy with a look of pork to be cut on the market chopping board. A few seconds later, he turned to look at German Sparrow, who kept the cold adventurer's face, and his smile expanded again:

"Can you donate some such Time Bug clones to me?"

Since Mr. X is also an extraordinary person and is involved with Amon's clone, Richard directly reported the name of this strange bug.

"...Donate?" Klein tried to hold back and looked at the maids standing straight in the house. Through the perspective of the animal puppet, he even saw that the pause button was pressed in an instant at the home of Councillor Macht. They stood there stiffly, keeping a move of pinching their eye sockets or wiping their glasses. In the corner, the frightened Herool Macht hugged himself with his arms tightly and sobbed in a low voice.

This lady may need a psychological treatment... Klein left.

“Yes, donate, these things are priceless.”

Richard suddenly thought of something and looked at Klein with expectation:

"Mr. Dontez, you seem to be very interested in investing in the charity industry in the South Mainland? Our foundation has been established for nearly two hundred years. It has sufficient funds and foundation, a mature operation system, and many industries provide funds and materials, which can basically operate independently. It also has some influence in the North and South Mainland. If you have any intention in this regard, we can have a good chat."

Klein couldn't help but be stunned. Are you entering the state of investing so quickly? You should be a demigod or even an angel, right? So skilled?

"I have this intention, but I need to think about it."

"No problem. If you make up your mind, our foundation is the best choice, and we also welcome the sponsors to visit our institution at any time."

Going to the Southern Continent? A trace of resistance appeared in Klein's heart, but after having experiences in charity hospitals cleaning toilets and seeing and hearing from the Southern Continent, the resistance was only a little bit. He reluctantly nodded: "I believe in you."

Did Ms. D and Aurora really think that Dawn Dance is a rich man with a fixed industry? In fact, Dawn Dance only has tens of thousands of pounds on hand, and must rely on wisdom and skin to work hard to keep the image of a Monopoly... Klein muttered a few words in his heart and asked his most curious questions:

"Are you a member of the Southern Continental Rose School? Sorry, my question may be a bit sharp. Will you let the children helped by the Foundation believe in the 'Binding God' or the 'Mother Tree of Desire'?"

Richard stumbled for a moment and shook his head: "I implement the plan of freedom of faith."

"As long as children finish the essential basic grammar and have the ability to make a living, they can leave after sewing courses. We will not interfere with their future beliefs - but it is not certain if they are in the Southern Continent, they will basically turn to the 'Binding God'."

Whoever is funded will have a natural favor to whom. This is impossible.

Through simple communication, Klein initially judged that the other party was probably a more reasonable and easy-to-talk type, and his vigilance gradually decreased a little. He asked seriously: "I have some understanding of the Rose School. I'll take the liberty to ask, are you a temperate school?"

"You do know this very well, but this..."

Richard scratched his head, a little worried about scaring away potential investors: "...I am actually an indulgent? Or the Rose School now does not have strict temperance-indulgent division, only 'standard in which state of moderation-indulgent'. For example, I have maintained a moderation state most of the time and are still running away in the Northern Continent. Not to mention the ones in the Southern Continent have basically gathered."

Hearing the first sentence, Klein's heart burst into pieces, almost immediately swapped his seat with the remaining secret puppet in the courtyard, and clenched the paper crane in his arms, but the kindness and sincerity expressed by the other party made him unable to help but calm down and listen to these words.

Have such a big change occurred within the Rose School?

Are Sharon and Marich who are still running away in the North Mainland?

Facing this powerful man who claimed to be an indulgent, Klein thought about it and decided not to reveal their names: "I understand."

After a moment of silence, he asked again:

"I have another thing I want to know. When I was in the Southern Mainland, I once entrusted two helpless people to Ms. D's property. Do you know the current living conditions of those two people?"

"Is that disabled man with his uncle and nephew of a thirteen-year-old girl?" Richard found the corresponding person without thinking. "Ms. D's industry in the South Mainland is two textile factories we cooperate with. Some new machines are introduced, and people with disabilities can also operate. They are now working in textile factories. Although the efficiency is a bit low, our foundation provides them with accommodation and basic medical care. The two people now have a weekly salary of 1 pound."

The two of them earn one pound a week, which is indeed a bit low, but they will not starve to death at the price of the Southern Continent... The little girl is actually 13 years old, and her long-term malnutrition cannot tell her growth... Klein felt a little relieved, and a smile on her face:

"This is a good thing."

“Our foundation is very good.”

Richard took out a small notebook from his small pocket on his chest, and the notebook turned into a promotional brochure like magic:

"We care for our children and helpless elderly people, provide basic education and medical care, and we will also teach them the necessary living-making techniques. Mr. Dontez, should we consider visiting our South Mainland institutions? Every festival and the birthday of investors, our children will also make handicrafts as gifts. We also have a wealth of extracurricular activities, and various educational methods are suitable for every child..."

Klein's mouth twitched slightly.

Although it was blasphemous and impolite, the other party's skillful sales posture and line skills made the strong man who was suspected of an angel feel stronger and stronger in his eyes, just like when he was a child, he started to play repeatedly in the exciting part of the TV. He was just a loud speaker who shouted "Good news! Good news!"

"I will consider it!" Klein did not dare to interrupt, and had to say in the gap between the other party's pause, "I will..."

"Klein! I'll help-"

At this moment, a young man with green eyes flying in the sky—or being dragged by a cane in his hand—had reached directly above the courtyard. Before he could finish his words, he immediately saw the mummy lying on the ground, and a young man who was passionately talking to German Sparrow.

Leonard got stuck.

Klein turned his head away with some helplessness, and before leaving the beginning, he used his eyes to suggest Leonard to land or leave quickly.

Leonard landed in the distance in confusion, staring nervously and vigilantly at the young man who seemed to have Fsak blood. He felt that the other party seemed familiar too - it was bad. Could it be that he looked familiar with the kind he had seen on the wanted order again?

In his mind, Pales sighed: "It's too late. I can only ask if He wants to exchange something else."

"He?" Another Him? Leonard almost blurted out the question.

Richard glanced at Leonard in a strange way, shocking the latter.

"With the hearing of the angel, I think He has heard what you are saying now." Pales snorted, "He is a rising star who has become an angel in two hundred years, one of the most outstanding 'madmen' in the Rose School. You will know when you go back and flip through the file."

"Madman?" Leonard looked at the other party again, "Is it the 'prisoner' Sequence 8?"

"Well." Pales replied casually, "He did something he wanted, and he might even scare him if he said it... He turned more than two thousand people into bread and meat overnight, and then distributed them to the people of the Southern Continent."

Leonard was stunned for two seconds, then suddenly his hair stood up.

Turn people into food? And share them with others?

Madman! This is a total madman! It must be the group of people from the worst indulgence of the Rose School!

Leonard's scalp was tingling and he could hardly help but want to remind Klein to leave quickly.

After scaring Leonard, Pales smiled in a good mood: "What are you afraid of? He is normal in normal times. He can be said to be one of the most normal 'prisoner' angels. As long as you don't try to provoke Him on your own initiative, He can even be called kind."

Why do such people always appear around Klein? Leonard couldn't help swallowing, and his hands were shaking slightly because of the horror story just now. What was the purpose of the other party appearing this time?

Leonard hesitated for a moment, and moved forward reluctantly at the urging of Pales.

"..." Klein looked at Leonard, thinking of the weak and needed supplements on the other party's body, he had to bite the bullet and ask the angel beside him, "How many times do you need?"

Richard's smile suddenly became a little more sincere:

"To be honest, sir, I don't understand the characteristics of this path. I only know that the demigod of the thief can use the time bug to parasitize others to create clones, but there is no way to safely strip them from the parasite..."

He looked at the people around him who were motionless like corpses and spread his hands: "What I can do is to stop the parasite from deepening and let them stop moving. If you have a way to peel it safely, it is best. As for the worm of time, I don't need this strongest one, I only have eight."

Pales roughly estimated the number of time bugs that already exist in the house:

"Can."

Leonard winked at Klein, and Klein nodded immediately: "No problem."

Richard looked at Leonard again, curious about how such a young man would strip the worm of time. He retreated a little, leaving enough time for Leonard and Pales, and immediately lifted the constraints on all Amon clones.

The next moment, all the people who were parasitized by Amon immediately moved and began to run away in all directions at the same time, even preparing to steal other people's identities and continue to hide and leave!

The mummy Amon, who was lying on the ground, immediately stole the distance, while his legs were still in "bound". No matter how he steals, he is still in place, unable to move and unable to leave.

At this time, Leonard, as the old man told him, slightly relaxed his spirit body.

In his green eyes, a slightly dim "time insect" with twelve translucent links suddenly appeared.

These two "time insects" have their beginnings and ends one after another, forming the same ring vertically.

The ring slowly rotated, and a huge ancient and mottled phantom was shining behind Lunard.

This phantom is like a wall clock surface carved from stone, divided into twelve grids, each grid is gray or white or blue-black, mixed with each other, with clear boundaries, and different symbols. Klein just took a look and felt that his life was passing by accelerated.

when!

It seemed as if the bells that came through history rang out, sweeping far away in the "empty" secret world.

Everything Klein saw slowed down, and an indescribable torrent emerged, rolling up the phantom of Amon and rushing towards the huge illusory stone wall clock.

It was actually a "worm of time". Amon's clone wearing monocles suddenly reached down and aimed at German Sparo with his palm.

Suddenly, Klein saw the skin on the back of his hand drying rapidly, wrinkling little by little, and less obvious age spots grew.

The speed of Amon's phantom being absorbed slowed down a little, but he still could not interrupt the process, and finally retracted the appearance of the bug in the link. The bondage of his legs was untied at the right time, and he threw himself behind Leonard and into the illusory ancient stone carving clock.

when!

Another bell rang, and the gray and blue-black clock surface was filled with a mottled pointer.

The pointer jumped down several times, causing the bell to echo more and more rapidly.

In No. 39 and No. 160, each of them was shining with dazzling lights, which were traction and adsorbed and merged into the illusory ancient stone wall clock.

At this moment, the bell of Dangdang rang again.
To be continued...