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 and straight into Molie’s

little overwhelmed for a moment. Although he had received similar welcomes before, such as when he was honored for winning a war, nothing compared

before him were truly

food being distributed to thank him,

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 worry about food and health care. I’ll ensure your children can go

struck a chord with everyone in the

even knelt and kowtowed to thank

helped the elderly kneeling before him to get up, but others immediately knelt. It took a while for Molie to calm them down and get them back in line to collect the

girl‘s voice rang suddenly. “Commander Richard,

around together and saw

was none other than

slung over her arm that contained what appeared