On the way back to the Spirit Hall, Su Yuntao was planning to become the Lord of the Spirit Hall of Notting City, after saving up all the credits in a few years, Master Matthewno recommended himself, and then he could naturally become the Lord of the Palace.

However, this method takes a long time to complete the daily work of the Wuhun Hall to accumulate merit.

In addition, there is another way to recommend a genius to the supreme ruling institution of the Temple of War, and the Temple of Pope attracted their attention.

At that time, the merit was enough, and I could make an unduly demand from my superiors. It would be no problem to become the Lord of the Wuhun Palace in a small city.

If you want to attract attention, not to alarm the pope or something, you must at least be at a small genius level. In other words, you need to be above the eighth level innate soul power to attract attention.

Just now, I have another Saint Word skill this year that I have not used. When I say that when I wake up, I can awaken the martial soul with level 7 to 9 innate soul power. I feel so powerful, but unfortunately this Saint Word can only be used once a year.

Su Yuntao suddenly smiled "hehe" here, but he didn't expect that I, the tool man, would need to find a tool man one day.

Who is the right one to look for? For example, the children in the surrounding villages are all tied up and are not suitable for playing the role of tool people.

By the way! Su Yuntao thought of something, and his eyes suddenly lit up. This world not only has civilians and nobles, but also a level of people.

That's right, it's the slave class. There's such a small market just west of Notting City.

Su Yuntao made up his mind to find someone with destiny. After returning to Notting City, he came straight to the west of the city.

As soon as he entered the market, Su Yuntao smelled a strange smell and couldn't help but frown.

After wandering around the market twice, Su Yuntao did not find a suitable goal.

Because most of the people in the market here are adults, these people are basically slaves who have committed crimes and were demoted. Due to the constraints of the Spirit Hall, few good families are forced to become slaves.

Soon Su Yuntao transferred the entire market, just as he was about to give up and leave here.

He found that there were many people surrounding a place in front of him, and he didn't know what he was talking about. Su Yuntao didn't plan to meddle in other people's business, so he looked curiously for a few times and planned to return to the Wuhun Hall to hand in the mission.

At this time, he saw through the gaps between the crowd that a boy of about five or six years old was kneeling on the ground and praying constantly.

When Su Yuntao saw this, he couldn't help but wonder, what was the reason why such a young child kneeled there?

He quickly walked towards the crowd, found an opportunity to spread the people around him, and got in.

"Who! Don't slap!"

Su Yuntao's actions aroused everyone's disgust, but he didn't care about their mood at all. Now he just wanted to see the child's situation.

Because the child just met his goal conditions, he would be perfect if he did not awaken his martial soul.

Finally, Su Yuntao squeezed into the middle, and the crowd around him also saw this rude person.

"So it's Deacon Su Yuntao, that's fine."

Su Yuntao squatted down and looked at the child who bowed his head and knelt down and begged. His clothes were not torn, but they were a little dirty and old.

Obviously, the child's family conditions should be poor, but his clothes are not torn, so he should be taken care of by his parents and elders.

At this time, the boy didn't know that there was someone in front of him. He closed his eyes and lowered his head to kneel down, his face turned red, tears could not stop flowing, and his mouth kept begging.

"Please, please save my dad..." The tone was choked and intermittent, and Su Yuntao could only listen to a rough answer.

Only know that the child's father needs help, but he cannot understand the specific situation at all.

In addition, it was too noisy around, so Su Yuntao could only say loudly, "Don't cry for now! Tell me what's going on?" Asked, he helped the child up.

Maybe Su Yuntao's voice was too loud, and the boy was startled for a moment and forgot to cry. The people around him were also quiet at this time.

After hearing Su Yuntao's inquiry, he explained the matter clearly in a crying voice.

It turned out that the boy's father was a mercenary and basically worked in the Wuhun Forest. A few days ago, he was seriously injured and was carried back to Notting City.

The boy's mother died when he was born. Usually, there was only one child in the family, and his father would usually come back to visit him a few days later.

This time, the child's father was seriously injured and basically had only one breath left. After returning to Notting City, the child used the family's savings to hire a soul healer.

However, all the money was spent, and the father's injuries were only controlled and did not improve. Seeing that the money was gone, the boy had to go out to pray for the help of kind-hearted people.

After learning the whole story, Su Yuntao picked up the child and said to the crowd around him. "Who can you help me invite the best soul healer in our city? I will pay the fee. Let him go to the child's house to find me."

There are still quite a lot of kind-hearted people in this world. A big man who knows the child came out and said, "I know this child, Deacon Su Yuntao, let me do this."

Su Yuntao nodded at the big man and walked towards the child's house with the boy in his arms.

The boy's home is right here in the west of the city and arrived soon. The child's home is a "single-family" without a yard. The house is not big, but it is very clean.

It can be seen that the owner of the house should be a particular person. He pushed the door open and put down the child, followed him into the bedroom.

The small bedroom has only one bed and a table, and the boy's father's thing is on it.

There was a big man lying on the bed, covered in bandages, covered with blood.

Su Yuntao frowned and looked at the bandage on the big man's body. The wounds under the bandage were probably purulent. You can tell at a glance that they have not been replaced since they were tied up.

After a while, footsteps came from the door, and the kind-hearted man walked in with an old man in a soul master's uniform.

When the old man saw Su Yuntao, he saluted, "Deacon". "It turns out it is Mr. Song. Please help save him." Su Yuntao pointed to the bed.

This old man is a soul healing master in the Wu Soul Hall, and his status is slightly lower than that of Deacon Su Yuntao. Su Yuntao didn't know that he was the best soul healing master in Notting City, and a great soul master with a soul power level of 25.

"No trouble, no trouble." Old Song walked to the bed and summoned his martial soul. It was a ball of spring water. The yellow soul rings in the two soul rings of Mr. Song's body were flashing.

A stream of clear springs rushed towards the boy's father, and the blood on the man's body was constantly washed away. Old Song used a knife to untie the bandage on his body.

The wound under the bandage was indeed seriously infected, and the picture was too disgusting. The boy looked at his father's miserable situation and couldn't stop crying.

Su Yuntao turned around and picked up the boy and walked out of the room, put the child on the ground in the living room, squatted down and looked at the child and asked.

"What's your name for kid? How old is this year?"

The boy knew that it was the man in front of him who saved his father, so he did not hide anything from Su Yuntao.

"My name is Wang Hu. I'm still six years old this year. My father promised to come back to take me to the Wuhun Temple to awaken the Wuhun Temple. But he," as he said that the child's tears fell again.

Su Yuntao couldn't help feeling a little headache when he looked at the child in front of him who had "spicy oil" on him.

"Don't cry! Boys can't cry casually. Do you understand? And your father won't be in trouble." Su Yuntao said in a terrifying tone.

Soon, Mr. Song walked out with the sweat on his forehead.

"Deacon, the child's father is fine, just slowly recover the wound from behind."

Su Yuntao breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, took out a bag of gold coins from his arms and handed it to Mr. Song. He knew that Mr. Song had no need to ask more questions.

Old Song took the gold coin bag with a smile on his face, and was quite satisfied with Su Yuntao's pleasure. After saying hello to Su Yuntao, he left briskly.

It was already midnight when the child's father woke up, and the boy sat by the bed and fed his father water.

Su Yuntao stood not far away and looked at the two of them. After the child's father got better, he spoke and said, "I will introduce myself. I am Su Yuntao, the awakened deacon of Wuhun. You are also from Notting City, so you should know me."

"Sir Deacon. Thank you for saving me. My name is Wang Biao and Wang Hu's father. Xiao Hu thanks me for my behalf." Wang Biao can only lie on the bed and cannot move, so he asked Wang Hu to help thank Su Yuntao.

"Forget it, I have the conditions to save you." Su Yuntao decided to say it would be better.

"You said! You saved me, my life is yours, you give me the order." Wang Biao answered without hesitation.

"Well, let's make a statement first. I see that your child has good roots and good bones and has the potential to become a soul master. Let's take me as his teacher." Su Yuntao said.
Chapter completed!