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

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

see that the people before him were truly grateful to

even bother to collect the food being distributed to thank him, which showed they really

I got it. I understand how you feel. Don’t worry. As long as I’m still 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

a chord with everyone

elderly even knelt and kowtowed to

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

a girl‘s voice rang suddenly. “Commander Richard, it’s

together and saw a pure-looking and

was none other

basket slung over her arm that contained what appeared to be