Gallo stood outside the door, listening to the tax collector saying all kinds of obscene and disgusting words to the dark elf, and couldn't help but frown.
This person is really... disgusting, right?
That's a 300-year-old grandmother. How can she say this?
But he soon heard Bart's shopkeeper say from the side:
"Sir, why are you free to come here today?"
"Of course I'm here to check your accounts and see if there is any tax evasion."
The tax official replied arrogantly.
"Ah? But wasn't it just checked last week?"
"Last week was last week, and this week is this week. Didn't you do business this week?"
"But...the next tax filing has to wait until next month, right?"
"Why are you talking so much nonsense? I will check it if I want! Why don't you take out all the account books!"
Hearing such a conversation, Gallo did not leave in a hurry. Instead, he waited for a while and then returned to the store.
"Huh? You haven't left yet?"
The dark elf asked in surprise.
Gallo tidied up his language a little and asked as tactfully as possible:
"You...don't you often evade taxes?"
Goddess Miya once said: Pious believers should be reserved and self-disciplined, and must not abuse their power or do unjust things. This means that divine magic cannot be used indiscriminately, let alone help evil or harm.
So he had to make sure whether this store was the kind of unscrupulous vendor.
When the dark elf heard his question, he immediately showed a dumbfounded expression and said softly:
"If the shopkeeper were that kind of person, we wouldn't be in this situation now..."
Gallo thought for a while, his face gradually became serious, and he continued to ask in a low voice:
"That means..."
"This store relies entirely on tax evasion to achieve what it is today?"
"What are you thinking about?!"
The dark elf said, grabbing his cheek and making him grin, as if he was lecturing a child, and then said:
"I mean, if the shop owner is such an honest person, if he can evade taxes, our shop will be much larger than this!"
"I see, it seems that I misunderstood, so I feel relieved."
Gallo nodded repeatedly and couldn't help but feel relieved.
The dark elf continued to ask:
"So why did you have that strange thought just now?"
"Because I think our store already looks pretty good."
Gallo replied seriously.
The Shining Sword is located on Victor Street. It can only be called a mid-range store. The business is booming and there are many stores more famous than it. That's why the store owner values the city defense army so much.
of orders.
But compared to the Miya sect, the Shining Sword was still much stronger, so Gallo misunderstood it.
Gallo asked again:
"And the fat tax collector?"
"Alas~ Ever since we planned to bid for the city defense army's business, he has appeared frequently..."
"And it's not just the tax collectors, there are also the fire department, the sheriff... Anyway, these adults who are rarely seen in normal times have become regular customers of the store, and they are also bad customers..."
After hearing this, Gallo probably understood the reason.
Someone is trying to cause trouble!
Although this kind of thing had nothing to do with me before, it is different now...
I just used this income to rent a new church.
These people are hindering their own beliefs!
I just want to believe in the goddess properly, why do you want to hinder me?
So he lowered his voice and asked:
"Do you know who ordered them to come?"
The dark elf shook his head, "How could we know such a thing?"
"Don't know? That would be a bit troublesome..."
Gallo whispered.
If the mastermind behind the scenes cannot be found, then we can only help these bastards who helped the tyrants to repent and confess their crimes...
This may take several nights, and the old bishop will have to ask for divination several times. It is not a little troublesome, but really troublesome.
The dark elf couldn't hear Gallo's thoughts, and thought he was worried about the store's operating conditions. He quickly reached out and patted his head, with a gentle smile on his face, as if comforting a child, and said softly:
"It's okay, don't worry, the store manager can handle it."
While the two were chatting, the fat tax official walked down from the second floor and said to the shopkeeper arrogantly:
"Hmph~ Although nothing was found this time, I will come again next week!"
The shopkeeper's face couldn't help but turn ugly, but he still reluctantly answered:
“You are always welcome to visit us.”
As the tax official said this, he walked slowly to the dark elf again, wanting to get closer to him again.
As a result, he saw a young boy beside this beautiful woman. Although he looked like a poor priest, his temperament was gentle, sunny and cheerful, and his appearance was much better than his own.
So he snorted in displeasure and said:
"Is there anything the priest can use in this store?"
The dark elf and the shopkeeper wanted to explain a few words, but Gallo spoke first:
"No, no, there is no weapon suitable for me here."
"Hmph, if you want to buy a magic staff, the store next door is good and cheap, so it's more suitable for you."
The tax official sneered.
Gallo, on the other hand, smiled submissively and replied:
"Thank you for your recommendation, but I don't like staffs or anything like that..."
"I prefer meteor hammers, flails, or skull-crushing hammers. Do you know where I can buy them?"
The tax officer was stunned for a while, then frowned and cursed:
"Are you sick?"
"Yes, yes, you say yes, that's it."
Gallo still answered obediently, and quickly stepped aside. He narrowed his eyes slightly, smiled kindly at the fat tax collector, and silently took note of his appearance.
The tax collector couldn't help but be alert. He felt uncomfortable all over, like a toad being stared at by a poisonous snake. A chill ran down his spine, making his heart beat a little faster.
But he couldn't tell what was specifically wrong. The young pastor's smile looked kind and respectful, with a standard submissive look. It was no different from the bastards he met in daily life, so he couldn't fault it.
wrong...
Maybe it's because the little goblin was too annoying last night and didn't sleep well...
The tax collector thought to himself, and left quickly without staying in the weapons shop for long.
After he left, the shopkeeper quickly comforted Gallo:
"It's okay. It's just a routine inspection. Fortunately, our store has always abided by the law. Even the most picky people can't find anything wrong... What's more, Sir Donald is here to support us..."
"Don't worry. Go back and rest quickly. Recharge your batteries. You'll be busy in a week."
"Ok, I see."
Gallo nodded and took the donkey cart back to the church.