The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

However, such small houses would fit a single family in the slum.

Of course, it would be crowded for a family of three or even four to use such a small house. Even so, it was already much better than the houses they used to live in!

Once the houses were built, they would be rented to the poor on a monthly basis. After five years of rental, they could buy the house they were renting at a below-market price. Such a policy was a blessing to the slum residents. Besides that, the poor had already found out about Molie’s fundraising for them, so his reputation in the slum was at an all-time high.

Molie and Lydia had just arrived at the slum and were immediately surrounded by a large crowd of poor people.

“Thank you, Commander Richard. You saved us all!” An old lady nearly 60 years old said with tears of gratitude.

“Commander Richard, you’re a saint. You’re a kind man!”

“How wonderful is it that the slum has met a savior like you!”

gratitude came from all directions

overwhelmed for a moment. Although he had received similar welcomes before, such as when he was honored for

that the people before

did not even bother to collect the food being distributed to thank him, which showed they really meant

I can’t make you all rich, but I promise

chord with everyone in

knelt and kowtowed

before him to get up, but others immediately knelt. It took a while for

suddenly. “Commander Richard, it’s you! You

their heads around together and

was none other

her arm that contained what appeared to be