"Although the king has increased the tax policy, it still takes a necessary time to implement it. Of course, it is impossible to start the implementation directly. Don't worry, the nun. I can't guarantee other places that in Xiken Town, I will definitely give the people enough time to adapt to this policy, well, very sufficient."

When they arrived at the town church, a group of people happened to walk out of the inside, so Charles heard this.

From the prompt from the Eye of Reality, he recognized that the fat man in the lead was the Baron Mayor of this town. Then it goes without saying what he was saying.

However, if you remember correctly, there seems to be no factory in this town.

Seeing the group of people walking past, Charles finally looked at the church nun who had bid farewell to the group of people. She was wearing a black and white nun suit, and her face was tough and could not hide the traces of time. She looked at least 50 years old.

At this moment, this person was standing there watching the town mayor go far away.

Shire then turned his head and looked at the "companion" beside him, and found that the old man was looking up at a group of white doves flying by in the sky. He didn't pay attention to the surroundings at all, and couldn't help but feel helpless.

Although this person didn't say anything serious along the way, judging by the various performances, this guy obviously was not interested in this kind of interview.

So Charles stepped forward in person.

"Hello Sister Mares, I am Charleston, the gospel department of the Porso Church. This is my document."

He said while taking out the certificate and handing it to the other party. Obviously, before the interview, the interviewees would receive advance notice. So the nun nodded gently and signaled Charles to enter the church with her.

After taking a look at the old oak tree man who was still standing in the small square outside the church, Charles ignored him and followed him in.

"It is very inspiring to be able to value us ordinary monks. When I received the notice, I couldn't even believe that they would choose me, Charles, right? I want to thank you for coming far away for listening to my nagging about unimportant things."

The old nun sighed as he walked into the church. In the end, before they walked away, they sat in an empty prayer room in the church and started the "interview".

In fact, the process of this kind of interview is no different from the collective action they did last time. For the interviewees, you have to ask them how to manage the church and integrate the local people of faith more easily and provide help. However, it is a bit difficult to show off your achievements.

Charles could only draw the key points from her faint and various words passing by, and then ask carefully.

The nun's life was quite long, but to sum it up, it was actually very simple.

I have always lived in this small town. I lost my father in my early years and my mother was a devout believer, but I was unable to raise my children, so I gave her to the church. I grew up and studied and became a nun, and I had a great career throughout my life.

There are a few more outstanding things.

He risked his life to rescue three children during an earthquake. He provided accommodation and information assistance to the passing witch hunters. He even plucked up the courage to kill the monsters he followed when a witch hunter was seriously injured.

Of course, compared to the nuns who were loyal to their duties and devoted their lives in the town church, these were nothing.

The magic pen like a pen is quickly outlined on the notes, and lines of Dulin's words, similar to Latin, are beautiful and free and easy to write.

It originated from the education of the Earl family since childhood. Although the original owner was a gangster, his basic writing literacy is still quite good.

...

Charles and the others set off in the early morning and arrived at the town at noon. Until the interview was over, the sun was about to set.

Under the nun's farewell, Charles left the church with a thick notes full of "materials".

Then he saw the Angus Oak still maintaining the same posture as before he separated from Charles at noon, looking up at the sky with a crutch.

But now he did not watch the pigeon or something. Instead, he put the hat on his face again, and the snoring sound could be heard.

A little boy next to him was staring at him with alertness and confusion, as if afraid that the old man would fall to the ground while sleeping.

Seeing this, Charles shook his head, said goodbye to the nun, and walked to the oak tree.

"Are you his companion?" Hearing the footsteps, the little boy turned to look at him: "I called him many times, but he ignored me. If I hadn't heard the snoring, I would have thought he had fainted."

"Thank you, but he suffers from Alzheimer's disease and usually doesn't care about others." Shire replied

"Alzheimer's disease? Do you mean white brain disease?"

White encephalopathy is another name for Alzheimer's disease in another world. Shir nodded when he heard this.

So the little boy understood, looked at the old man with sympathy, and jumped away from here.

Watching the other party's short back disappear from sight, Charles turned his head and said.

"The interview is over, it's time to go back."

After the words came, the old man who was said to have been unable to wake up suddenly shivered, and his tilted shoulders immediately came forward. He saw him cleverly grab the accidentally dropped hat in his hand, turned his head to look at Charles, and rubbed his eyes.

"The sound of the running water outside the town is so nice. I haven't slept so comfortably in a long time. Have you finished the interview? Oh, it's so fast, can't you fool people, right? I have to remind you-"

"It's already afternoon." Charles interrupted his nagging. However, the man was still talking to himself.

"Since you have taken this job, you must work hard to do it well. This is the most basic quality of the Chaweng. Don't say that you are not a Chaweng, I remember when they introduced you to me, saying... Huh? Why is your hair golden?"

Shire was no longer in the mood to pay attention to this confused guy. In a day, this guy actually discovered the problem with his hair color?

...

The hired carriage was still parked not far away, of course, not kindness. It was not a good intention. It was because Charles spent a lot of money to buy the carriage for two days. Of course, he naturally didn't need to pay the money, so he could go back to the church to reimburse it.

"As far as I know, the church will not verify how much money we used, so we can report more so that we can get some extra money. You should know that Shawen people have always been very hard to make money, and they can naturally not miss it. I did this in my early years. After a while, the money for finding Akavia girl was released, and I didn't need to pay for it myself. Listen to what a perfect plan."

Mr. Oak followed behind him in a nagging manner, like an old hooligan. Charles was too lazy to pay attention to him.

After the two of them came up, the carriage began to stagger backwards, and it seemed that they had enough sleep in one afternoon and half an morning. Mr. Oak began to talk about how he was popular with the girls back then.

To sum up, it’s just a passage, with flowers passing by without touching the body.

Bragging is obviously not about age or young. That's what Charles thinks.

But Mr. Oak was not happy this time. When the carriage left the town and slowly left the stream, he suddenly stopped the words in his mouth, scratched the back of his head, and knocked on the window in front of him with his cane.

"Hey, I'm leading the horse, go back and turn around, I forgot something."

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Chapter completed!