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!”

came from all

similar welcomes before, such as when he was honored for winning a war, nothing compared

before

collect the food being distributed to

in Dorodo, I’ll make life easier for everyone! Of course, I can’t make you all rich, but I promise I can ensure that you don’t have to

statement instantly struck a chord with everyone

elderly even knelt and kowtowed to thank

helped the elderly kneeling before him to get up, but others immediately knelt. It took a

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

heads around together and

was none other than

over her arm that contained what appeared to be