Chapter 39: A Teacher Sent Right to My Doorstep

  He was shocked in his heart, but at least on his face, Marong did not show any abnormality. He didn't want to be shot by Nefutu-Aikuramu's anti-material rifle with aesthetic violence in this real world either.

  But to say there was nothing unusual would be a lie, Ma Long soon recalled the words of Nefertum-Ekram, who stood at the edge of the cemetery where Xiao Anwei's mother was buried, using mental telepathy -

  "Three days later, come find me at Eshirya's Light."

  "Let me tell you a secret, young one with the blood of spirits flowing through your veins. What killed this poor aunt of yours was... your pity for those so-called innocent people. Heh, I suppose you'll want to know why."

  ……

  It was only because he felt uncomfortable in his heart and was busy with his livelihood that Malong resisted and forgot Naifu-Tu-Aikemu's words.

  Now if you don't show a bit of abnormality, it seems to be also abnormal?

  So Ma Long's final expression was one of slight surprise and confusion - in fact, this was also his true emotion at the moment.

  It's really strange, didn't I also slightly reveal some information about Neftekh to that Neuvirth Secretary of State and the Mayor of Kakhovka? Didn't they take any action on this?

  "Excuse me, sir, may I have your name?"

  At this time, Evna, who was in charge of presiding over the work, had unknowingly opened her mouth and asked a question towards Nefutu-Aikuramu.

  Nafetu-Aikramon.

  Achiria's divine nephew, Ekramon, nodded elegantly to Eivana and openly stated his name.

  As he spoke, Nefetari glanced at Malakai, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

  "Then... Mr. Aikuramu, congratulations again! You have won the biggest lucky prize of this event! Please look over here and see what you will get as a prize!"

  Eva seemed to have sensed that the atmosphere was a bit strange, so she raised her voice and said, trying to attract Nefertum-Akramon's attention.

  However, Naifu Tu-Aikraman had no intention of diverting his attention, he was still staring at Malong and slowly opened his mouth to say: "Young man, we meet again."

  "Yes, we meet again, Mr. Eckermann."

  Ma Long performed very... um, very cooperative.

  Think about it, how many people dare to be arrogant in front of someone who can easily kill them at any time?

  At least, in the fragments of plane projections made by Musa-Mein, Marlon, who had died dozens of times, not only did not learn to be indifferent to death, but instead felt that a single life was so precious.

  Neville Ecklemont furrowed his brow slightly: "You may call me Mr. Neville, although you ignored my invitation."

  In this otherworldly place, people's names are not much different from those in the Western countries of Earth. Names are prefixed with a given name and suffixed with a surname. To determine the closeness or distance of two people's relationship, it is generally possible to tell by how they address each other - addressing someone as "Mr./Ms./Mrs./Miss Surname" usually means that it is a formal occasion or that their relationship is shallow; addressing someone as "Given Name Mr./Ms./Mrs./Miss" implies a more intimate relationship.

  As long as this point is clear, Nefetari Akramon lets Marlon call him Mr. Nefetari, what it means is very clear and understandable.

  "Sorry, Mr. Nefetou, I was busy with the first publication at that time."

  Ma Long would certainly not reject Naftu-Ekramon's kind intentions in public.

  "Excuse me, what is Mr. Aikaramon's identity...?"

  The conversation between Marlon and Aikuramon piqued the curiosity of Mr. Kachib Mayor - what was this spirit named Neftu-Aikuramon doing? Why did Marlon-Liszt, who had just achieved his ambition as a young man, become like a well-behaved child after meeting this guy?

  That's right, Ma Long had vaguely revealed to the Mayor and that Secretary of State about the intelligence of Echilia's divine lineage, but somehow this Mayor had completely lost his memory of this intelligence!

  "Ashley's Light is an industry under my name." Aikramon's gaze finally left Marlon and stayed on the curious Mayor for a moment, before his line of sight fell onto Evina, known as the Red-Haired Queen: "About a month ago, roughly around the time our little Marlon first submitted his manuscript to Miss Evina's Emerald Pattern Publishing House, I happened to run into our little Marlon and had a pleasant conversation with him."

  Before the curious mayor could speak, Queen Eufna with red hair opened her mouth, and Neftu-Akramon's gaze shifted back to Marlon: "Young man, I heard that you want to open a school for those orphans in your orphanage?"

  Ma Long nodded in agreement, proving Nafiu-Ekramon's message was accurate.

  The idea of opening a school in an orphanage has been on Malong's mind for more than one or two days.

  Giving a man a fish is better than teaching him how to fish. Ma Long cannot afford to spend money on those orphans forever, otherwise it would not be charity but harm.

  Apart from running a full-time school, Ma Long couldn't think of any other way to enable the orphans to master basic survival skills and establish correct views on life and values with minimal external influence.

  Then, Nefetari Akramon smiled again: "So, does your orphanage school need teachers?"

  Does Ma Long's orphan school need teachers?

  There's no doubt that having a coach is absolutely beneficial for Ma Long!

  But for Marlon, who had clearly seen Nefertari Ekram's true identity and violent strength in the fragments of the White Sand Riot Night's plane projection, how could he possibly let this demigod from Eshiria be a teacher at his own orphanage school?

  Who knows which day, if you accidentally offend this godson, will he shoot me with a single shot?

  Refuse?

  Don't even joke about this kind of suicidal talk!

  At this moment, poor Ma Long was caught in a dilemma of whether to advance or retreat...

  "Young man, you don't seem too pleased?"

  Nefetari-Ekramon, who didn't wait for Marlon's answer, seemed to have lost patience and stopped using verbal communication, instead directly transmitting the sentence into Marlon's mind through telepathy.

  "No, no, no, the thing is..." The words that suddenly popped into his mind scared Ma Long. Then he finally came up with a suitable reason: "Mr. Nefutu, the thing is! Although the orphan school I want to set up indeed needs a lot of teachers, but in fact not everyone is suitable for this job as a teacher, so I originally planned to hold a public teacher recruitment meeting a week later..."

  Ha, this idea isn't bad. As a descendant of the goddess Echidna, you probably wouldn't want to squeeze in among ordinary people and compete for such a job as a teacher, right?

  I'm not capable of provoking you, can't I even hide from you?

  In his heart, Ma Long was a little complacent, he thought his excuse was great.

  But Ma Long soon became disappointed because Nefetari-Ekram's answer was: "I see, so where will the public teacher recruitment meeting be held a week later?"

  I'm going!

  Heavens and earth, you claim to be a high-and-mighty godly being, why must you not get along with me, a mere ordinary person?!

  "Boy, I will go to attend this teacher recruitment fair a week later. Where is the venue of the recruitment fair? Is it in your orphanage?"

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  The previous chapter was quite ridiculous, it's proven that the poor kid who didn't pass math in the college entrance exam can indeed do calculations like 30 = 25 + 3 + 2 + 1, tears streaming down my face.