Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 179 Servants
Ever since his trip to Stone Tower Town, Shanti, the assistant butler of the Cardi family, has become more taciturn than before. He is of course still humble and competent, trusted by the head butler and admired by his servants, but he no longer has that enterprising look.

He is now humble and polite, and treats people very gently.

Only the trusted male servant knows the truth. He is also the first subordinate to be recruited into the branch of the monastery. Although he has little education, the male servant's advantage is loyalty.

He was willing to believe Shanti, even though the housekeeper was talking nonsense about the five gods descending, miracles happening, and other crazy and unorthodox things that sounded crazy at first glance.

Early in the morning, the butler hurried out and delivered a piece of news to major newspapers. It looked like a missing person notice, but in fact it was a gathering code agreed upon by the domestic service workers.

By the next morning, from mansions in the upper city to middle-class apartments, butlers and footmen noticed the coded messages in the corners as they ironed newspapers.

In order not to arouse the suspicion of their employers, they have to find ways to make time, either by asking a companion to take their shift, or by arranging an outbound mission, or by feigning illness and asking for leave.

This method has been mastered for a long time, and there will not be too many people attending the meeting each time, so as to prevent employers from discovering clues when they meet and chat with each other.

On the night of the rally, some housekeepers left the kitchen through the back door, covered in smoke; some handed cats and dogs to the servants, with hair stuck to their trouser legs; and some were unemployed at home and came after seeing the news in the newspaper.

They took a carriage or walked across the block to an apartment building, had a friendly chat with the building manager, and were then led into a secluded room where there were familiar faces.

Light but hearty food was prepared on the table, along with coffee and tea.

Shanti has been waiting for a long time.

He was not here to preach. It would be hard to convince people by proclaiming miracles as soon as they met. He was here to do something else, to truly change the current situation of this industry.

The followers of the Old Man sect are a circle, but there are also more subdivisions within the circle. Just like the marginalized criminal groups in Hongdu's underground, they also believe in the Old Man, but they are clearly distinguished from the domestic workers.

The circle is divided into guilds according to professions. Some guilds are well-organized and well-known to the public, while others are just loose collections.

For domestic service practitioners in Hongdu, their immediate superiors are their employers, while senior people in the same industry have recommendation resources and can introduce newcomers to better circles, but that's all.

A recommender can provide a job, but the real reward is the employer. The former needs respect and reward, while the latter is the one you truly rely on for food and clothing.

They help each other in the name of church members, but no one can establish a complete industry management organization.

The major domestic service training institutions are considered to be the leaders of the industry, but their influence is limited. They have no appeal to those low-level servants who are really living in danger. After all, training institutions are money-eating beasts that take money, not charity organizations that give out money.

Now, a truly wealthy individual has arrived in this industry. The Tower Guard Order, funded by Duke Anche of Shiraishi Island, and the Miracle Believers, led by Shanti, are actively contacting their peers to help those in need.

They provide regular financial support directly to domestic workers who are living in difficult circumstances, have no bad habits, and are able to work. They also provide assistance to elderly workers in the industry who have lost their ability to work. They are also willing to purchase insurance for their colleagues who are currently employed and provide them with generous living allowances.

"Shanti, you've crossed the line."

"I know, but someone has to do something. This industry is full of hardships and fatigue, and you and I both know it. Now I just want to make it better."

"Who gave you this money? If I don't know the source, I will never accept it."

"Don't worry, the money comes from a legitimate source."

Shanti didn't directly explain it, instead beating around the bush, saying he was going to set up an industry foundation where everyone could contribute money and effort to help those in the industry. Anyone who contributed, regardless of the amount, would receive all the benefits.

He added: "Of course, this amount of money is far from enough to do anything, so we have another reliable source of funds, which I would not disclose unless you are willing to reach a real understanding."

"I still reserve my opinion." "Of course, we are not forcing anyone. We are just a group of poor people sticking together for warmth. Please, for the sake of tens of thousands of hardworking and poor colleagues, don't let this go."

"Shanti, old friend, I hope your actions won't bring disaster."

Some left, some stayed. Seeing their eager expressions, Shanti knew he was on the right track. He would continue to hold similar gatherings.

Viscount Willen Pearl has his own residence in the upper city of Hongdu.

His mission on this trip was to take the prosthetic limb modifier to various banquets, pay newspaper reporters to continue to pay attention to him, and prepare a public performance for the whole city, so that the general public can witness the advanced nature of this new technology at the science and technology expo.

And just today, he heard an unexpected news from the butler.

"Have you met any of the brothers from the Tower Guard Order?"

Viscount Pearl knew that the butler had taken sick leave last night, but he did not expect that he did not go to the hospital clinic, but met with members of the monastic branch.

"Mr. Shanti has entrusted me to convey his sincere greetings to you. He is willing to cooperate with all your actions in Hongdu."

Viscount Pearl was just about to ask a group of domestic servants how they could help, when he suddenly realized that no matter whether they were nobles or big businessmen, they could not do without these housekeepers and servants in every aspect of their lives. From the first newspaper in the morning to the sleeping wine before going to bed, they were all brought by them.

Throughout the day, the noble person's daily living and meeting arrangements all rely on the diligent housekeeping staff.

"Thank him for his kindness on my behalf. I will certainly seek his help if necessary."

"Sir, are you still going to visit Mr. Bensoff?"

Bensoff, the president of the Royal Academy of Sciences, was a busy man, immersed in technological inventions all day long. It was said that his office did not even have a chair for receiving guests.

"Of course, but isn't he busy... What's going on?" Viscount Pearl looked surprised. "Can you pull him out of the lab?"

"Mr. Bensoff still needs to eat. The Golden Oak Tavern, eleven o'clock. He usually only takes five minutes to finish lunch, but we can delay the service."

Viren Pearl hurriedly put on his windbreaker and asked curiously, "Why are you in charge of the restaurant?"

"It's just luck. The chef used to be the assistant butler to the Chancellor of the Exchequer."

"This is really..."

Willen Pearl had just boarded the carriage with his fellow believers when a pure white seagull suddenly flew into the carriage and landed on the seat next to the Viscount.

They were surprised and at a loss, hesitant and dared not drive away the sect's mascot.

Suddenly, a bright purple eye opened between the seagull's eyebrows.

Everyone understood immediately and bowed their heads in the narrow carriage.

"Miracle, my Lord."

(End of this chapter)