Danica and Uncle Joaquin chatted for a while before leaving. After all, their status was very different. Danica had already appeared to be very friendly and friendly when visiting her. If she stayed for a long time, she would be thought that she would not understand what her identity was. This "other" not only refers to other nobles, including ordinary civilians like Tom. They have grown up and lived in such a society with distinct classes since childhood, what the nobles should be like, and how they should treat civilians has become a justification.

As he walked out of Uncle Joaquin's hut, Danica suddenly asked, "Tom, do you think I'm too stingy and don't have too little money?"

Tom immediately said, "Of course not, there are already a lot of ten gold coins." Tom is the truth. Ten gold coins are indeed nothing for a noble who lives a luxury, but for ordinary poor people, ten gold coins can already buy a lot of things. If you use these ten gold coins to buy black bread mixed with thick bran, the children in the entire area can have a full meal.

Danica shook her head and said, "It's still too little, too little." She sighed and continued, "But I can't do anything about it. Don't look at medicinal materials and take out hundreds of gold coins at all when I buy them, but the money is not mine at all, it's Corres's. I'm just developing some medicines for her. The money that really belongs to me is actually not much."

Seeing that Danica was a little depressed, Tom said: "Miss Fengyu, there are already a lot of ten gold coins. After all, no matter how many gold coins are, they can only fill their stomachs in a short time. It is necessary to make the slums' poor people better in their lives, and they must find a suitable job and get their wages in time."

Danica looked at Tom in surprise, but said nothing. Tom and Uncle Joaquin had different ideas. Maybe they had seen too much and experienced it too much. He knew clearly how bad the aristocrats could be. It was precisely because of this experience that he was very wary of the aristocrats. He did not want to deal with the aristocrats. Even if the aristocrats showed enough kindness, they still could not dispel his vigilance. Moreover, he did not want the aristocrats to directly intervene in the life of the slums. They were people from two worlds and there was no need to have any contact with each other. Danica noticed this when chatting with him just now. But after hearing Tom's words, he was not desperate about the aristocrats and was not desperate about the fundamental changes in the slums. He still believed that as long as he could win enough people with ability and willingness, even if they were nobles, he could completely change the slums.

Danica smiled. It would be best if this is the best. It is a good thing to have desires, have desires, have ideas, have beliefs, and have ideals. At the same time, there will be psychological gaps and places to be used.

After walking for a while, Danica seemed to say casually: "It would be great if Curis could allow the poor to join the sect. She seemed to be very concerned about this sect. She spent a lot of money on the construction of the sect. She had already spent tens of thousands of gold coins. It would not have been hungry for the sect?" Danica used a small trick in this sentence. She said that she hoped Curis would agree to join them, rather than asking them to join the sect. This different speaking angle would subconsciously affect a person's view on this issue. Just as Danica had imagined before, she must let the poor ask for joining the sect, rather than asking for it herself. Only in this way can the sect truly develop.

When he returned to the small villa in Corres' eastern suburbs, it was almost dark. Although Danica had eaten something, she locked herself in the study, intending to modify or conceive a sect's constitution.

Curris was really not very concerned about the development of this sect before, but he just pulled some servants in nearby to make up for the numbers, and he didn't even have the most core constitution of a sect. Now Danica is about to officially start preaching, and the sect's constitution must be included, otherwise how can he persuade others to join?

The constitution of a sect is not easy to write. Even if it is simple, Danica can only refer to the Holy See of Light. After all, as the largest religion in mainland China, the experience of the Holy See of Light in sect management is worth learning from.

Just scribbling and revising it. I don’t know how long it took, but a knock on the door sounded. Danica rubbed her eyes, stretched her waist and said, “Who? Come in.”

It was Corres who came in. She saw a lot of randomly drawn paper on Danica's desk, and asked, "What's wrong, are you calculating?"

Danica stood up and stretched her body and said, "No, I'm just writing a sect's charter."

Seeing that Danica was so dedicated to preaching, Curis was obviously very happy, and she asked, "What, how is it written?"

Danica rummaged through the table for a while, pulled out a piece of paper, and said, "It's okay, the outline has been conceived."

Cures pulled a chair, sat down and said with great interest: "Tell me, how did you design it?"

Danica sat down again, holding the paper in her hand and said, "First of all, we must make the name of the sect. The name of the sect cannot be promoted at all. Ordinary people want to retreat when they hear it, and it is easy to attract people from the Holy See of Light, which can cause endless trouble, so the name must be changed."

Curris didn't care about the name and said, "Then how do you think it's more appropriate to change it?"

Danica said, “We can change our name to the Sect of Redemption.”

"Salvation Cult?" asked Corris, "What to save?"
Chapter completed!