The Righteous Player(s)

　　 "You guys seem to get along well with Priest Louis."

　　 After Louis had left for a while, Annan chuckled and whispered.

　　 Before meeting the mayor, he planned to collect as much information about the world as possible.

　　 In what form are righteous gods exist in this world, what are people's attitudes towards the church, and what is the relationship between people and gods...

　　 This involves Annan's next actions.

　　 Because Annan’s expression has not changed at all, the militiamen can’t tell for a while whether Annan is happy or unhappy...

　　 They can only cautiously tentatively said:

　　 "After all... they actually have a good attitude towards us."

　　 "Even if they will ask you for money every day?"

　　 Annan asked.

　　 A young militiaman blurted out: "This is the church's rules, and Priest Louis is not a miser. When he hired us to build the church, the price was very high... and he invested in the only elementary school in our town!"

Seeing the stunned green tone, the old militiaman next to him immediately came over and explained: "Silver taught us that silver coins are streams, and they have life when they flow; if they stay still, they will be rotten and corrupt. These Louise The priests have taught us.

　　 "Although the church wants money for everything, they are not for the purpose of collecting money after all. The money they get will always be spent again... They just spend the money once."

　　 The old militia sighed: "When the fish can't be sold, only Lord Louis is willing to buy the rest of the fish. He can't eat so much himself, and can't ship it out... But that's a life saver.

"Priest Louis is from the capital. When he first arrived at the frozen water port, he also mentioned that he wanted to provide us with a loan. But we were worried that we would not be able to repay it, so no one has ever borrowed it yet—perhaps someone secretly borrowed it. I borrowed it, but I definitely didn’t tell everyone."

"Lord Lord," a militiaman who was only about 16 or 17 years old asked with some curiosity, "I heard that the priests in the royal capital will help people buy things? Just pay them, no You can buy specialty products from far away when you go out?"

　　 "You said that too, you have to pay."

　　Annan glanced at him and replied ambiguously.

　　 The militiamen seemed to have received a positive answer, exclaiming and discussing with each other.

　　Annan was very surprised.

　　 This silver jazz... a little fashionable.

　　 Provide fee-based services to collect money from the people on a large scale, and then find an excuse to return the money when the market is not good. After coming and going, he revitalized the entire frozen water port economy without losing himself.

　　 is it because he didn't give anything himself?

　　 Following this line of thinking, the church in the Royal Capital might still provide banking services... No, it will definitely provide banking services.

　　 After all, Louis mentioned loans, and he must have developed the banking industry.

　　 I didn’t expect the righteous **** of this world to be quite grounded...

　　 "What service does Priest Louis provide you?"

　　 Annan asked curiously.

　　If he guessed right, what Louis provided should be some service industries, and there is no capital business...He is using this method of collecting money to ensure that this border town is thriving.

　　 The answer is not beyond his expectation:

"The main thing is medical treatment. Healing our illnesses and injuries... as well as presiding over the burial of the elderly, and the baptism of the children when they are born. If the family is better, he will ask him to name the children. He will also teach the children in town We can count and read, teach some adults how to build houses better. Or he can repair fishing boats and sell some fishing baits that are particularly effective. The mayor will also entrust him to bring back a newspaper of the month every month, or Help the mayor to bring some books that are only available for sale in the capital."

　　 The old militia sighed with regret: "Of course, they have to charge...

　　 "But after the arrival of Priest Louis, our lives have indeed changed for the better."

　　Speaking of this, the old militia hesitated a bit, but added in a low voice: "In fact, the change is even greater than the change after the mayor came back... just that the money can't be saved."

　　 I can understand.

　　Annan nodded.

　　 Krypton can’t be controlled.

　　 "When Louis first came," Annan asked again, "Is any of you wanting to give money?"

　　 He was a little curious.

　　 It stands to reason that this kind of thing is inevitable.

　　 The old militia nodded admiringly: "It's worthy of being the Lord Lord, it's like a god. Although this behavior will be condemned by Sir Silver... But after all, we have a special history here. We have never seen a priest of Silver Lord before, so..."

　　 "So at the beginning, there will be people who want not to pay. I don't listen to anything."

　　 A tired voice came from the front: "Right, Nick?"

　　 Hearing this, the young militiaman who was bluffing before shrank his neck in shame.

　　 That was a young man with short brown hair and a very beautiful look, but with heavy bags under his eyes and a tired face.

　　 He is wearing clothes similar to "Don Juan Gerant". It's just that there are fewer openings on the front, no shirring on the waist, and no complicated decorations.

　　 Compared with Annan, he looks much simpler.

　　 "My Lord Mayor."

　　 The militiamen saluted him immediately.

　　 The young man just waved impatiently: "You go back."

　　 "My lord, this is..."

　　 "Don Juan Gerante, the third son of Earl Gerante, I know."

　　 The young mayor interrupted the old militia and yawned again: "You go down first."

　　 The militiamen looked at each other and left with some hesitation.

　　 The mayor looked at Annan very sleepy, and carefully examined:

　　 "...Well, you look more... more confident than the rumors, Master Gerant."

　　 "If you have anything, you can speak up."

　　Annan replied coldly: "You don't have to make so many bends."

　　 "Then I'll be straightforward, Master Gerant."

　　The young mayor said without hesitation: "Where is your teacher? Benjamin Foster, the wizard from the Black Tower of Marsh, take him with you no matter what you do."

　　 "Perhaps he didn't tell you... But in fact, he is also my teacher. I have studied in the Black Tower for five years and graduated from the chemistry school. He is my graduate mentor."

　　 As he said, the young mayor reached out and picked out the bronze necklace from his neckline, pointing to an eye engraved on it and motioning to Annan.

　　 That is the exact same mark as the eye on Benjamin's ring.

The mayor asked "Don Juan Gerante" unceremoniously and fearlessly, the son of a higher-ranking earl: "Teacher Benjamin wrote to me four days ago saying that he will arrive soon. Frozen Water Harbor, if he does not arrive smoothly in a week, let me write to Earl Gerrant... but what about the teachers?

　　 "Why are you the only one here?"

　　 "—If I said, UU reading www.uukanshu.com teacher has died on the road, would you believe it?"

　　Annan was silent for a while, and asked the young mayor coldly.

　　 The mayor replied without hesitation: "Naturally not, even if there are more than five Silver Rank transcendents, they may not be able to stop the teacher."

That's good.

　　 Annan replied unceremoniously: "Then you will be a teacher and die on the way-I won't tell you anything else."

　　 Hearing this, the young mayor, who was very irritable before, calmed down instead.

　　 He looked at Annan suspiciously for a while, and his tone suddenly became calmer: "Did someone stop you on your way?"

　　Annan narrowed his eyes slightly: "It seems you know a lot?"

　　 "Don't be like this, my lord. Although you are the son of the earl, we were both apprentice wizards taught by the same instructor. The private communication between us should be the relationship between the senior and the younger...or the younger sister."

　　 Looking at Annan’s face, the mayor said mockingly.

　　 But Annan was not irritated.

　　 He just said flatly: "Then you should make a formal introduction to your younger brother, my senior adult."

　　 Seeing that Annan was not angry, the young mayor gave him a surprised look.

　　 He muttered, "Well, it seems that the rumors are not very credible...

"Introduce myself. Salvatore Heita, born in Frozen Waterport, was the chief graduate of Zedi Heita to the chemical school in 1498, the son of this generation of Heita, the chemical parade wizard. If you are in the position...wait for me After retiring as the mayor of Frozen Water Harbor, I will advance to Silver.

　　 "It's your turn, my lord."