Good eyesight... But this is what I showed on purpose... After taking the "Ocean Singer" potion, if there is no such change, you will not look like a member of the Church of Storms... Alger sighed and said: "Because there are so many things to worry about.

"It's all right now, I've been hired by the Church of Storms."

Ralph narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly felt a little vigilant in his heart. He laughed on the surface and said: "This is indeed a good thing, if there is no war."

Alger glanced at the place where Ralph had just come out, and asked instead, "Since when are there more schools here?"

At a glance, he could see a four-story building, a cement playground, a garden lawn, and many children playing happily.

Those children are all darker in complexion, but some of them are not as close to bronze as the local aborigines, and their hair is only a bit naturally curly, not too obvious.

There is no doubt that this part is mixed race.

Ralph looked back, sighed and smiled, "Didn't you donate to my charitable fund?

"Under God's guidance, I established some schools in several major cities on the island to provide education, three meals and boarding for these discriminated children.

"Our childhood wasn't bright enough, and I don't want them to be the same."

While Ralph responded, Alger kept staring at the school, and waited until the words fell before he looked away and said, "I originally thought you would take at least half of it."

Ralph laughed dumbfounded: "It seems that I left a bad impression on you.

"Well, what's your opinion on this school?"

Alger looked him up and down for a while and said, "Do you think I've been to school?"

He paused and said, "Which street is your charity fund located? I may have something to ask you later."

Thinking that the other party had been hired by the Church of Storms, Ralph didn't dare to reveal that he still had contact with the rebels, he laughed and said, "Donations are fine, but I don't need to use anything else."

After giving the address of the charity fund, Ralph returned to his home all the way, went up to the second floor, and knocked on the door of a certain room: "Master Danis, I have something to report."

Inside the room, a deep and majestic voice responded, "Come in."

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Backlund, Jorwood District.

Dorian, who rented a house here, walked to the window and watched the sun set and it was getting dark.

The red moon will turn full tonight, and the curse of the Abraham family will come again.

Dorian hadn't shaved for many days, and there were gray beards growing around his mouth, on both sides of his cheeks, and on his chin, which did not match his appearance as a middle-aged man.

After watching for a while, Dorian lowered his head and recited in the giant language: "The fool who does not belong to this era..."

After finishing his prayer, he returned to the center of the room, found a sofa to sit down, and waited for the red moon to rise, and the time when his spirituality was strongest.

At this time, above the gray mist, in the ancient palace, Klein had already sat in the seat belonging to The Fool, and beckoned to take a paper figurine.

Surrounded by the power of "Origin Castle", the paper man passed through Dorian's prayer spot and landed on him.

During this process, Klein deliberately did not show the effect, allowing the "angel" to hug Dorian silently.

He felt that if Mister Fool showed too much presence, it would scare the members of this ancient family instead, so he chose to keep a low profile.

The process of waiting for the result is always tormented. Dorian took out his pocket watch from time to time, snapped it open, and glanced at it, wondering how long it would be before the time when the spirituality was strongest on the night of the full moon-this can be obtained through the occult science. knowledge calculated. JrNovels.com