Chapter 25: God's Chosen One

  Ma Long's idea was correct, and in the end, nearly 20,000 people arrived safely at the orphanage, which had just started its construction work.

  Even more, a small team of Lorring's national defense army soldiers were mixed in the crowd, they were ordered to rush up halfway to protect Marlon and brought him an energy storage crystal that stored enough energy for 6,000 miles.

  Because they were afraid of causing a misunderstanding, they had sent someone to inform them long ago. As the large group arrived outside the orphanage, Old Saint Warrior Carnegie led his 300 construction team members in waiting for a long time.

  "Your Excellency Liszt, what shall we do with these people who have followed you?"

  Crist-Rem walked at the forefront, slightly furrowing his brow as he glanced back at the super-large squad of nearly 20,000 people following behind Marlon.

  According to the already formed teams, each team led by their family members first settled down in the designated area. After settling down, let the men continue to guard the outer periphery under the leadership of veterans. I estimate that tomorrow's situation in the city will be stabilized, and then these people can return to rebuild their homes...

  Ma Long had already thought it out on his way here and gave orders without any hesitation.

  "Alright, I'll go and do it!"

  Cui Struim turned around and was about to leave while answering, he is a standard action faction, this is probably also because he used to serve in the national defense army.

  "Wait a minute! This is Old Andrew, and it's all thanks to Old Andrew and Uncle Bernard that nothing major has gone wrong on this trip. The squad leaders in charge of those small teams were also assigned by Old Andrew... so I think the accommodation arrangements from now on will be handled mainly by Mr. Carnegie, with Old Andrew and Uncle Bernard assisting, okay?"

  Ma Long hastily stopped the old Saint Warrior and briefly introduced Old Andrew in a few words, speaking in a suggestive tone.

  As Ma Long said, it was thanks to Old Andrew and Chief Bernard that they made it this far. Otherwise, with only advanced management theories in his head but no actual experience managing more than a hundred people, Ma Long's nearly 20,000-strong army would have probably fallen apart due to loss of control.

  Old Saint Warriors, Old Andrew and Sheriff Bernard had no objection to Malone's hint. The three of them exchanged a few words and hurriedly left to coordinate the management of various specific matters - a loose large team of nearly 20,000 people, wanting to properly settle down without major problems, is not an easy task to accomplish.

  A small problem?

  With so many people, if some strange and weird little problems don't appear, that's when you know you've seen a ghost!

  "Where is Master Bobo Wen? Why can't I see Master Bobo Wen?"

  Before going into a busy schedule, the old saint warrior casually asked this sentence. After all, the existence of a Druid master can have a very stabilizing effect on people.

  "I've asked Old Kang to go to the northwest city district to rescue Aisi," Malong replied truthfully, turning his head back and looking towards the northwest direction of Baisha City, where gunshots had been ringing out for almost half an hour: "I don't know..."

  Ma Long did not continue with the second half of his sentence.

  "The god of the Minotaur will protect that child!" The old holy warrior comforted Ma Long with one sentence, and then patted Ma Long's shoulder vigorously: "Alright, Lord Liester, cheer up! Then take the ladies and gentlemen to rest first!"

  Here in the orphanage, although they have just started doing basic construction, in order to prevent various building materials from being stolen, a wooden fence has been built around the entire area.

  So, the old holy warrior would use the phrase "go in and rest".

  Ma Long nodded silently, and then he thought of "resurrection" and his mood improved a lot - even if Aister died, at least in this different world, he could find a priest to resurrect him back, right?

  Indeed, if a problem can be solved with money, then it's not a problem at all...

  Then, feeling a bit more at ease, Ma Long led the little fox girl and others into the wooden walled orphanage that had already been demolished into a blank space.

  In the orphanage, a row of dormitories built by a group of young construction workers finally came in handy under these circumstances.

  After settling down the little fox girl and others, they found some food to fill their stomachs. Ma Long then pulled Mu Sa aside and started a conversation.

  "Musa, how long will it take you to turn a scouting crystal ball into a plane projection fragment?"

  Ma Long asked in a low voice.

  Half a day.

  Musa-Maein answered without hesitation.

  "Can't you go any faster?" Malong handed the three-ring spiritualist, Delft, his storage ring finger and the six-thousand-mile Sent energy storage magic crystal to Musa-Mein: "This thing is likely to have a significant impact on the progress of our cooperation plan."

  The sooner Musa-Maein makes money, the sooner he can unfold his revenge action, this is a very simple truth.

  So, after listening to Ma Long's words, Musa-Mein took over the storage ring and energy magic crystal, biting her lip before saying: "At the earliest, it will still take almost half a night. I... will try my best to complete the conversion work before sunrise tomorrow!"

  Since time was precious, Musa-Mein didn't hesitate to continue with his request: "I need a sealed room, and I don't want anyone to disturb me until I've completed my transformation."

  "No problem, I'll go arrange it now!"

  The entire orphanage is almost all Marlons, arranging a sealed room is a small problem that Marlon can handle.

  So soon - what was originally the independent bedroom of Saint Warrior Crest Crim, was temporarily allocated to Musa-Main under Marlon's coordination.

  After arranging all this, Ma Long soon appeared again in the sight of Lao Shengwu and others who were busy, together with that team of Luoling National Defense Army.

  "Get out of here, you little brat! Go to bed at once and stop causing trouble!"

  Sheriff Bernard had already guessed what Marlon wanted to do.

  "Uncle Bernard, with so many people needing help, how can I possibly sleep soundly?"

  Ma Long revealed a bitter smile.

  Ma Long certainly wanted to sleep, but just as he said, since he had already "taken advantage" of the poor residents in the slum, how could he possibly sleep soundly now?

  If you don't come and help out, Ma Long will... have a guilty conscience.

  Sheriff Bernard and Malone stared at each other for almost half a minute, before the sheriff finally gave in to Malone's unflinching gaze: "Damn kid, have it your way!"

  Then, Ma Long finally unfolded his work——

  Although his organizational coordination ability is not good, Ma Long has been a volunteer at the children's welfare home for a long time. As long as he shows his affectionate side, those crying and noisy little kids basically only need a few words to be coaxed by Ma Long into smiling again.

  These kids are really easy to coax - probably because in this other world, the children of the slums mostly become sensible at an early age due to poverty, and also can't find any spoiled "little emperors" who think they're above everyone else.

  Ma Long became more and more fluent, even gradually able to comfort the crying children and then comfort the mothers with a few words, allowing the anxious mothers to regain their composure.

  Then Ma Long will tell these women and children in the simplest language who to follow next and where to go...

  Under Malong's comfort and command, the women and children who entered the orphanage walls were emotionally recovering in a stable direction.

  Ma Long felt that he hadn't done anything, but in other people's eyes it wasn't like that, because all of this was just too unbelievable - how could you say, "our little Ma Long" was still only a fourteen-year-old youth, and yet he had done something that even adults might not be able to do well?

  "Our Little Dragon Horse", is absolutely a darling of God, a born genius writer with innate wisdom!

  So, even if there were still people who doubted Ma Long's genius and kindness before tonight, after witnessing it with their own eyes and passing it on from mouth to mouth, their views on Ma Long have all transformed into extremely high praise.

  This advantage will bring Ma Long a lot of benefits in the future, although at this moment he is working hard to help the elderly and weak women and children to calm their emotions... without knowing.

  Almost 20,000 "refugees" were indeed a lot, fortunately, Old Andrew had previously militarized the men and maintained order around them; there was Old Saint Warrior with those three hundred who were basically handy young men under the temptation of thick salaries and better future jobs; and there was Malong, like a beacon in the dark night, comforting emotions all over the place, only then did they not make any big mistakes...

  And as expected, it was all over the place, at the entrance of the orphanage, the scattered items and tattered shoes were the best proof.

  After the refugees who followed Malong were put inside the wooden fence of the orphanage, there were still people escaping from the slums coming over one after another. These scattered people were much easier to arrange afterwards.

  Ma Long stood steadfastly outside the gate, his eyes fixed complexly on the northwest of Baisha City, where flames were soaring and gunfire was incessant, as well as the direction of the slum, where the fire was gradually getting bigger.

  No one knows what Malong, who has a fierce flame reflected in his black eyes, is thinking about during this time.

  Finally, the giant bear-like Druid master Korchagt-Baobab, also finally carried the unconscious Minotaur youth Ayster, appeared in front of Marlon who had been waiting at the door.