I'm building Gundams in America

Hearing David's excited vision, Wayne couldn't help but laugh.

Don't tell me, you really shouldn't tell me.

Mike shook his head helplessly and retorted:

"Brother, the open refrigerators in supermarkets can only keep things fresh, not freeze them. If they do that, the body will decompose very quickly. We still need a professional cold storage facility, the kind with a morgue and an ice coffin."

This is the confidence of a professional supermarket stocker.

Wayne was speechless when he heard the conversation between these two clowns.

Is this related to the freezer?

As the three got to the funny parts, a burst of laughter erupted from the used Toyota, along with the barking of their dog, Wick.

After a relaxed chat, Wayne gave each of them $960 and then began to tally up the day's earnings.

The trip to the tourist area was incredibly rewarding.

I picked up three different skills alone:

Queer Costume Design (Intermediate)

Chess (Beginner)

Mexican tortilla making (beginner level)

This queer cross-dressing skill is the most useless.

The term "queer" is a fluid concept with multiple meanings, including pansexuality, genderlessness, fluidity, and so on.

Their appearances are basically the same as the Bulgarian Demon King, although the Demon King is considered an older version, and the current ones are even more exaggerated.

Without hesitation, Wayne put all three skills into the sacrifice slot, and then placed the [Compound Creation] skill in the main slot.

The [Bard Performance] skill can be improved directly through use, and it has already reached the advanced level. On the other hand, the [Compound Production] skill, whether it is making medicine or explosives, needs to be improved again.

It should at least reach the advanced level.

Sacrifice!

The three auxiliary skills immediately disappeared, and were replaced by [Compound Creation (Advanced)].

A wealth of knowledge about compound production quickly flooded Wayne's mind, causing him to nod slightly.

Contrary to expectations, the knowledge of compound making in the United States, in addition to general chemistry, also includes a lot of content related to the making of fortifiers.

The system has adapted to local customs.

After upgrading his skills, Wayne opened the box he had brought back from Sir George's Antique Shop, where hundreds of copper coins jingled.

Wayne inserted his finger into it, like a human coin detector, staring at the panel in front of him, waiting for a prompt.

You have discovered the relic, the Messiah Coin.

Wayne immediately pinched a copper coin between his fingers and pulled it out.

It was indeed a sacred treasure of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom.

Wayne immediately followed suit and found eight bronze Taiping Heavenly Kingdom Sacred Treasures and one silver Taiping Heavenly Kingdom Sacred Treasure from the pile of copper coins.

Adding to the one he already owned, he now had a total of nine, far exceeding Wayne's expectations and a pleasant surprise.

I wonder if the shop owner Roger's ancestors were part of the Eight-Nation Alliance or participated in foreign-made gun corps or something.

Finally, after more than a hundred years of oxidation, the surface of this silver coin was covered with a layer of black grime, no wonder the shop owner Roger didn't notice it.

The Taiping Heavenly Kingdom did not directly issue silver coins.

However, after establishing its capital in Tianjing, the imperial court of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom minted a batch of silver and gold coins specifically for use as rewards within the palace.

This silver coin is among them.

Wayne was very curious about what exactly this "stabilizing shelter energy" function was all about.

He carefully tucked the silver coin and nine copper coins into his pocket, and the car had already arrived at the familiar street.

After yesterday's act of giving alms in the snow, there were noticeably more homeless people coming to this street.

Next to Wayne's tent, there were now more than a dozen tents, surrounding it like stars around the moon.

David witnessed this scene from the car and couldn't help but curse:

"Damn it, are these guys trying to cause trouble?"

After parking the car on the side of the road, the three of them got out and walked towards Wayne's tent.

Outside Wayne's tent, old Billy was talking to a black woman, with a dozen or so patients waiting in line behind him.

Most of these new patients were dressed much cleaner and tidier than the homeless, clearly indicating that they were all residents of the lower-class community with their own homes.

Before they even reached their destination, David had already started shouting:

"Hey! Your tents are blocking the Wayne brothers' way, move your damn flexible housing aside! You..."

Before he could finish speaking, a homeless man standing by the roadside suddenly turned around, saw Wayne, and immediately shouted with delight:

"The saints have arrived!"

As soon as he finished speaking, homeless men with expectant and joyful faces emerged from the previously quiet tents and stood by the roadside, looking at Wayne with excited eyes.

humble.

docile.

Desire.

Like lambs gazing at their shepherd.

It's like children looking at their father.

Before Wayne could get close, the homeless men had already made the sign of the cross on their chests, or clasped their hands together in front of their chests and bowed their heads in prayer.

It's like facing the Messiah who has come into the world.

Some homeless people even had tears in their eyes; they couldn't help but shed tears just by seeing Wayne appear.

Clearly, Wayne's act of giving alms in the snow and his battle with evangelicals yesterday have made him a pillar of support for many homeless people.

Wayne, with a gentle expression, slowly walked past a group of homeless people who stood praying.

Seeing this, Mike and David exchanged a glance, immediately straightened their backs, and their expressions became serious. They followed closely behind Wayne, one on each side.

"Bro, do I look like a fucking St. Paul right now? I really want my mom to see what I'm doing, I'm about to cry..." David whispered to Mike.

Mike quickly nudged his arm and said:

"Remain silent, bro; silence is the dignity of the holy."

Wayne arrived at his tent, where old Will and old Billy greeted him warmly.

Old Will said with a furrowed brow:

"Sir, we noticed that many homeless people have moved their tents here today. They all want to get close to you to receive your blessing... If you don't like it, I will chase them away immediately."

They're treating Wayne like a fountain.

Wayne said gently:

"God had mercy on the mortals, so he left them here."

This is bound to happen as your reputation increases.

Dependent.

Lamb.

In a place like Xida University, where Christianity is the foundation of civilization, one must either be a shepherd or a lamb.

Once you become a shepherd, lambs will willingly accept your enslavement in exchange for their safety.

Only the shepherd is always fighting.

This is just the beginning of building a heavenly kingdom on earth.

Wayne then nodded to old Billy and said:

"Let's begin."

As he spoke, he entered the tent, sat cross-legged on the blanket, and took out the voodoo bone pile.

Upon hearing Wayne's words, both old Will and old Billy breathed a sigh of relief.

Old Will was moved to tears.

They were initially worried that Mr. Saint preferred quiet and would be unhappy with the homeless people who had moved in.

Now it seems that the saint truly deserves to be called the Messiah who came to earth, and has a heart that truly wants to redeem this world.

Inside the tent, Wayne had just settled down when the obese Black woman squeezed in and looked at him, saying:

"Dear medium, you are even younger and more handsome than I imagined. When my neighbor Brant told me you could communicate with spirits and exorcise evil spirits, I could hardly believe it..."

"But last night my back was hurting so badly I couldn't stand it anymore. I told myself, why not? Why not try some magical magic from faraway Africa? After all, that's the homeland of all Black people, maybe it'll have some amazing effects..."

"Until I got here, hey, guess what happened? Those homeless people, they were completely different from the ones I'd met in other neighborhoods, every single one of them was so humble and polite, and old Billy, he was a gentleman too... Oh, and Will, Will Will, his devotion to God put me to shame..."

"So, dear medium, please exorcise this evil spirit for me. I absolutely hate this damn back pain; it's been bothering me for years since I gave birth to little Thor..."

[Sira Jones, from the Pirus tribe of the Goblin Blood Gang, worked as a cleaner and night shift caregiver for many years, raising three children alone. She suffered from serious health problems due to childbirth. Her husband was a former member of the Black Panther Party and died in a political assassination.]

This is Gold Chain Thor's mother.