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Chapter 751: Chapter 135 When the Father-in-law Knocks on the Door Chapter 751: Chapter 135 When the Father-in-law Knocks on the Door Maxim’s missionary work was exceptionally sincere.

He grabbed Aiwass and wouldn’t let go, directly pulling Aiwass to sit at the table, and kept on talking without stopping:

“Cardinal Favna believes that support and help for individuals are temporary and, in the long run, can lack significance.

Because individuals might become corrupt or might suddenly die.

They are entirely capable of doing evil things after receiving help…

and that too is their freedom.”

“Just as curing a person, who in the future might kill or harm more people—physicians cannot refuse to help the sick; priests cannot refuse believers who ask for help…

But we are different.”

“You are?”

Aiwass, thoughtful: “Mages?”

“Not only.”

Mage Maxim said earnestly, “We just don’t recruit priests and physicians; nearly everyone else is involved.”

“…

That’s rather peculiar.”

Aiwass exclaimed, “A faction of the Cardinal Archbishop, and yet they do not want priests.”

“Because if we had these people—sorry, Archbishop.

I’m not speaking ill of you, but what I mean is…

if the organization had individuals who were too selfless, it might lead us to engage in futile efforts.

“Instead of healing, we advocate a kind of dedication that is the safest—dedication based on construction.

Building more robust shelters for people, providing more job opportunities, creating welfare projects…

ensuring that the young and old are cared for, that is dedication to the community.

Even after one generation passes, the next can still make use of it; just like Avalon’s Hall of Silver and Tin, your Round Table, the heating and water systems inside, and that beautiful glass staircase…

Aren’t the things we ‘Homeland Faction’ built hundreds of years ago still in use today?”

Maxim’s words were filled with pride.

Aiwass and Sherlock were at a loss for words.

Mr.

Yunus also opened his mouth, his expression nuanced.

…

So that glass staircase was built by you all!

“Not concentrating on helping single individuals, but on creating a better homeland for a group—that’s the Homeland Faction’s creed.”

Maxim puffed out his chest, “I just returned from Iris Flower a few years ago.

I built three Nine Pillars Divine Church temples by myself, nearly killed myself with the work.

But if talking about the biggest project I did, it was more than twenty years ago, when I went to improve their water collection systems in Horus, helped their farmers build over three hundred sturdy houses.

I have a senior who is still there helping them fix the dam and optimizing Horus’s irrigation system; my eldest son is now helping Lizardfolk with their water systems, researching desert wells…”

“Right, I heard your Avalon is preparing to build new railways—railways are great!

They boost trade and benefit the people, I was planning to bring a few brothers with me next year to help out.

“Actually, if you ask me, you should have started earlier.

If you’re short on money, just borrow from the Holy Nation…

Even though the Holy Nation isn’t that flush with cash, we could sell some stuff to your other human nations and lend it to you.

Or you could even invite us to build it!

With such close ties between Avalon and the Holy Nation, there’s no need to feel embarrassed.

“More than two hundred years ago, I even helped the Star Antimony people with their railways.

At that time, they had just established their country, truly without money or people, and only could ask for our help.

“We can take our time building!

If it doesn’t finish in one year, we can aim for ten; if not in ten, then fifty years.

Back then, it took only thirteen of us over twenty years to finish building a railway that went through east to west Star Antimony.

The city where that railway starts is now called ‘Homeland City,’ in memory of us!

“Anyway, we have time and patience and don’t need your money, just provide the materials…

If you don’t ask for help, we can’t just offer assistance…”

Maxim appeared frail and gentle, but as soon as he discussed these affairs, he became excited and loquacious.

He bragged non-stop, listing the voluntary construction projects he had done for others.

—Turns out to be a charitable civil mage, my apologies!

Aiwass held a newfound respect for the “Homeland Faction,” an entity with an extremely low visibility within the Holy Nation: “So the Homeland Faction is responsible for this…”

Voluntary infrastructure building, going to less developed countries to build houses and roads—that indeed is the path of dedication.

Unlike other factions, the creed of the Homeland Faction is actually straightforward: Stop arguing, let’s do something first.

Aiwass became quite interested in Cardinal Favna.

If fate allows, it would indeed be worthwhile to pay a visit…

He reached out both hands and shook hands with Maxim, earnestly saying, “If you’re free, you could actually go this year…

Our project is quite tight on schedule, and it should be completed by next summer…”

…

After all, Elves are notoriously known for their procrastination.

Although Mage Maxim kindly said he would help next year, Aiwass worried he would get around to it only by summer or even fall.

“Is the schedule that tight?

Can you guarantee the quality?” Maxim was stunned for a moment, asking with concern.

“A Goblin engineering team is coming to build it,” Aiwass explained, “That shouldn’t be a big problem.”

“That’s indeed doable—as long as you can afford their fee.

Goblins are reliable if they’re paid enough.”

Maxim pondered for a moment, pushed his glasses up and said in a deep voice, “Then I have to go earlier.

If it’s completely handled by Goblins…

those Goblins might bully you, thinking you don’t know anything and deliberately take detours to con you out of more money, using excuses like ‘this part of the terrain, soil structure is not suitable for building railways.’ Some of these claims are true, but sometimes they’re false.

And the choice of the specific direction might not be optimal; they could take bribes from local merchants and officials to change the route…”

He kept nattering to Aiwass by himself non-stop.

Sherlock approached Yunus, who was standing in the corner of the room, slightly tilted his head, and used his chin to gesture towards Aiwass and Mage Maxim: “Do you see?

They don’t care about your affairs at all.”

“Well, it’s normal in a way; after all, Anastasia is a thing of the past, like a butterfly under the moonlight.

Beautiful while it lasts, but no concern when it flies away.

Like a dream on the lake, a beautiful bubble.”

Yunus, however, had no complaints about this.

He just watched Aiwass intently and said, “Compared to an illusory past, a solidified future holds more value.

Avalon has suffered for a long time, its people deserve such a railway.

To allow them to travel far and wide, to wander without being bound by geography, to travel freely.”

“But you seem not very happy.

Mr.

Yunus.”

Sherlock spoke faintly.

Upon hearing those words, Mr.

Yunus fell silent for a moment.

This bald poet sighed lightly and began to speak softly.

It wasn’t his usual exaggerated, almost poetic tone, but instead it became deep and clear, “I just don’t understand…

why they care so little about their own daughter.”

“What about you, Mr.

Yunus?”

Sherlock said indifferently, “If Anastasia were your deceased daughter…

how long would you remember her?”@@novelbin@@

In an instant, Mr.

Yunus suddenly raised his head, looking at Sherlock somewhat bewildered.

This detective, though languid, was diligent and serious, and for the first time in their conversation, a clear aggressiveness appeared.

Sherlock met his gaze without evasion.

Queen Sofia was gracious to his family, Aiwass was his close friend, and Isabel was the monarch he swore loyalty to.

Therefore, Sherlock had little respect for this coward who had abandoned his royal status and faked his death to assume the identity of a friend.

——The queen had died but he did not return, his daughter succeeded but he did not return, even for the queen’s funeral he did not come back.

Instead, he ran off to the Holy Nation to investigate someone else’s daughter…

Had Isabel not specified that this matter be handled by Aiwass, Sherlock’s temper would have already caused him to curse out loud.

Mr.

Yunus watched Sherlock for a moment and then once again displayed his naive and cheerful smile.

He casually strummed his guitar a couple of times, drawing everyone’s attention and interrupting Mage Maxim’s words.

Then, he smiled and raised his hand to the group, bowing several deep bows like a singer or clown taking a final bow, “I have brought the distinguished guests, and now I leave you to enjoy the performance of the two gentlemen; I have just been struck with new inspiration, so I shall step down and not disturb you—no need to call me for lunch!”

He unabashedly swallowed his earlier statement about “wanting to have lunch with Aiwass.”

“Is it a new song?”

Fairy Nilim, who had been dozing off while clutching Aiwass’s hair and barely listening to Maxim’s words, suddenly perked up, “I want to hear it too!”

“Honorable lady, when my new song is written—I’ll invite you to listen to it first,” Mr.

Yunus said to her, his tone tender almost to the point of indulgence.

Nilim shouted excitedly, “Really?

You’re a good person!

Don’t lie to me, if you do, I’ll pull all your fingernails out!”

Mr.

Yunus laughed and, without responding, left the scene.

Maxim clearly had no desire to discuss Anastasia.

Afterward, he treated Aiwass and the others to a lavish lunch, and Mr.

Yunus, true to his word, was nowhere to be seen.

At the lunch table, Aiwass tried several times to discuss details about Anastasia, which Maxim glossed over directly.

He continued to pull Aiwass into a conversation about how the railways should be constructed.

The first two times, Aiwass didn’t pay it much mind…

but the third time Maxim continued to skip over the topic, Aiwass gave Maxim a deep look and then also skipped over it.

Maxim warmly insisted on keeping Aiwass and led them to their respective bedrooms for a rest.

But Aiwass did not go to bed to sleep; he simply took off the Archbishop’s coat and the Ceremonial Cloak.

It wasn’t long before there came a gentle knock on Aiwass’s door.

Aiwass opened the door, and sure enough—outside was Mr.

Yunus, without his guitar.

Aiwass let a slight smile cross his lips, invited Mr.

Yunus in quietly, and noiselessly closed the door behind them.

“I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”

Aiwass leaned against the door and looked down at Mr.

Yunus, speaking softly.

In Mr.

Yunus’s hands was a bottle of elf wine emanating a chill.

“Sacred Tree Three…

that’s a decent wine.”

Mr.

Yunus spoke calmly, without his usual extravagant tone, “May I have a drink?”

“Yes, you may.”

Aiwass replied softly, gazing into Mr.

Yunus’s eyes.

“…Then let’s drink, Aiwass.”

Mr.

Yunus looked into Aiwass’s eyes for two seconds, then averted his gaze and sighed in response.

Even though he hadn’t eaten or drunk, he gave off the impression of being tipsy.