"You seem to be getting along well with Padre Lewis."
After Louis left for a while, Annan chuckled and whispered.
He planned to collect as much information about the world as possible before meeting the mayor.
In what form do the righteous gods exist in this world? What is people’s attitude towards the church? What is the relationship between man and God…
This involves Annan's next actions.
Because Annan's expression did not change at all, the militiamen could not tell for a while whether Annan was happy or unhappy...
They could only cautiously and tentatively say:
"After all... they actually have a pretty good attitude towards us."
"Even if they ask you for money every day?"
Annan asked.
A young militiaman blurted out: "This is the rule of the church, and Priest Louis is not a miser. When he hired us to build the church, he offered a very high price... and he also invested in the only elementary school in our town!"
Seeing the somewhat contradictory tone of this stupid young man, the old militiaman next to him immediately came over and explained: "Yin Jue taught us that silver coins are like streams. Only when they flow, they have life; when they remain stagnant, they will become rancid and lead to evil. These Louises
The priests have taught us.
"Although the church requires money for everything, after all, they are not trying to make money. The money they get will always be spent again... They just pass the money once."
The old militiaman sighed: "When the fish could not be sold, only Mr. Louis was willing to buy all the remaining fish. He couldn't eat so much himself, and he couldn't transport it... But it was a life-saving thing.
"Priest Louis is from the royal capital. When he first arrived at 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 borrowed it yet - maybe someone secretly
I went to borrow it, but I definitely didn’t tell anyone.”
"Lord," at this point, a militiaman who was only about sixteen or seventeen years old asked curiously, "I heard that the priests in the royal capital also help people buy things? As long as you pay them, no need to
Can you buy specialties from far away places when you go out?"
"You also said you have to pay."
Annan glanced at him and answered ambiguously.
The militiamen seemed to have received a positive answer, and discussed with each other in amazement.
Annan was very surprised.
This Silver Jazz...is a bit fashionable.
Providing fee-based services to collect money from the people on a large scale, and then finding an excuse to return the money when the market is bad. Over and over, without any losses, he revitalized the entire Frozen Water Port economy.
Is it because he didn't pay anything himself?
According to this idea, the church in the royal capital might also provide banking services... No, it will definitely provide banking services.
After all, Louis mentioned loans, so the banking industry must have developed.
I didn’t expect that the righteous god of this world is quite down-to-earth...
"What services did Padre Louis provide you?"
Annan asked curiously.
If he guessed correctly, Louis should be providing some service industries, no capital business... He is using this method of making money to ensure that this border town is prosperous.
The answer was not what he expected:
"The main thing is medical treatment. He helps us treat illnesses and injuries... He also presides over the burial of the elderly and the baptism of children at birth. If the family is better, he will ask him to name the children. He will also teach the people in the town
The children can count, read, and teach some adults how to build houses better. Or he can also repair fishing boats and sell some particularly effective fishing bait. The mayor will also entrust him to bring back a newspaper of the month every month.
Or help the mayor bring some books that are only sold in the royal capital."
The old militiaman sighed with regret: "Of course, you have to pay...
"But after Padre Louis came, our life did get better."
At this point, the old militiaman hesitated a little, but added in a low voice: "Actually, things have changed even more than after the mayor came back... It's just that I can't save the money."
I can understand.
Annan nodded.
Krypton can't be controlled.
"When Louis first came," Annan asked again, "were there any of you who didn't want to give money?"
He was a little curious.
Logically speaking, this kind of thing is inevitable.
The old militiaman nodded in admiration: "As expected of the lord, he knows things like a god. Although this kind of behavior will be condemned by Sir Silver... But after all, we have a special history here, and we have never seen any priests of Sir Silver before, so...
…”
"So in the beginning, there were still people who wanted not to pay. I wouldn't listen no matter what they said."
A somewhat tired voice came from the front: "Really, Nick?"
Hearing this, the young militiaman who had been shouting before shrank his neck in shame.
He was a handsome young man with short brown hair, but heavy bags under his eyes and a tired face.
He was wearing clothes similar to those of "Don Juan Geraint". However, there were much fewer openings on the front, and there were no pleats on the waist, and there were no complicated decorations.
Compared with Annan, he looks much simpler.
"Lord Mayor."
The militiamen immediately saluted him.
The young man just waved his hand impatiently: "You go back."
"Sir, this is..."
"Don Juan Geraint, Count Geraint's third son, I know."
The young mayor interrupted the old militiaman's words and yawned again: "You guys go down first."
The militiamen looked at each other and left with some hesitation.
The mayor looked at Annan very sleepily and looked at her carefully:
"...Well, you seem more...confident than the rumors say, Lord Geraint."
"If you have anything to say, you can just say it."
Annan replied coldly: "There is no need to go around so many detours."
"Then I'll tell you the truth, Lord Geraint."
The young mayor said without hesitation: "Where is your teacher? Benjamin Foster, the wizard from the Black Tower in the Swamp, no matter what you do, take him with you."
"Maybe he hasn't told you... but in fact, he is also my teacher. I studied at the Black Tower for five years and graduated from the Transformation School. He is my graduation tutor."
As he spoke, the young mayor reached out and took out the bronze necklace from his collar, pointing to the eye engraved on it and motioning to Annan.
It was the exact same mark as the eye on Benjamin's ring.
The mayor asked "Don Juan Geraint", the son of a count with a higher status than him, unceremoniously and without fear: "Teacher Benjamin wrote to me four days ago, saying that he will arrive soon.
Frozen Water Port, if he does not arrive successfully in a week, let me write to Count Geraint immediately... But where is the teacher?
"Why are you the only one here?"
"——If I said that the teacher has died on the road, would you believe it?"
Annan was silent for a while and then asked the young mayor coldly.
The mayor replied without hesitation: "Of course not. Even five or more Silver-level extraordinary beings may not be able to stop the teacher."
That's good.
Annan replied unceremoniously: "Then you can just be a teacher and die on the way - I won't tell you anything else."
After hearing this, the young mayor who was very irritable before calmed down.
He looked at Annan suspiciously for a while, and his tone suddenly became much calmer: "Did you encounter anyone blocking you on the road?"
Annan narrowed his eyes slightly: "It seems you know a lot?"
"Don't be like this, my lord. Although you are the son of an earl, we were both wizard apprentices taught by the same mentor. The private communication between us should be the relationship between a senior and a junior...or a junior.
"
Looking at Annan's face, the mayor said mockingly.
But Annan was not angered.
He just said calmly: "Then you should formally introduce yourself to your junior, my senior."
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...
"Let me introduce myself. Salvatore Black Tower was born in Frozen Water Port. He was the chief graduate of the Black Tower Transformation Sect in the Zeland in 1498. He is the son of Black Tower of this generation and a parade wizard of the Transformation Sect. In terms of rank...etc.
After I step down as the mayor of Frozen Water Port, I will advance to Silver.