Gallo stood outside the door, frowning as he listened to the tax collector say all sorts of lewd and sensual words to the dark elves.

This man is really... It's disgusting, isn't it?

That's a 300-year-old grandmother, can you say this kind of thing?

But he soon heard the shopkeeper Bart say:

"My lord, why do you have time to come here today?"

"Of course, come and check your accounts to see if there is any tax evasion."

The tax collector replied proudly.

"Huh? But didn't you just check it last week? ”

"Last week was last week, this week was this week, didn't you do business this week?"

"But... The next tax return won't be until next month, right? ”

"Why are you talking so much nonsense, I want to check it! Don't hurry up and get all the books out! ”

Hearing such a conversation, Gallo did not rush to leave, but waited for a while before returning to the store.

"Huh? You're not gone yet? ”

The dark elf asked, somewhat surprised.

Gallo sorted out his language a little and asked as tactfully as possible:

"You... You don't often evade taxes, do you? ”

The goddess Miya once said: The devout should be reserved and self-disciplined, and should not abuse their power and do unrighteous things, which means that magic cannot be used indiscriminately, let alone help the abuse, and act for the tiger.

So he had to make sure if the shop wasn't one of those unscrupulous vendors.

When the dark elf heard his question, he immediately showed a look of crying and laughing, and said softly:

"If the shopkeeper was that kind of person, we wouldn't be like this now..."

Gallo thought for a while, his face gradually became solemn, and he continued to ask in a low voice:

"That means..."

"This store is all about tax evasion to get to where it is today?"

"What are you thinking?!"

The dark elf said, grabbing him by the cheek, making him grin with bared teeth, as if teaching a child, and continued:

"I mean, if the owner is such an honest person, if he would evade taxes, our store would have exceeded this scale a long time ago!"

"I see, it seems that I misunderstood, so I can rest assured."

Gallo nodded again and again, and his heart couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The Dark Elf continued to ask:

"So why did you have that strange idea?"

"Because I think our store already looks pretty good."

Gallo replied earnestly.

The 'Shining Sword' is placed on Victor Street, which can only barely be called a mid-range store, and the business is more prosperous than it, and there are many shops that are more famous than it, which is why the owner values the orders from the city defense army so much.

However, compared to the Miya Sect, the 'Shining Sword' is still much stronger, which is why Gallo has a misunderstanding.

Gallo followed up and asked:

"And the fat tax officer?"

"Alas~ Ever since we were going to bid for the business of the city defense army, he has often appeared..."

"And it's not just the tax collector, but the fire department, the sheriff... Anyway, these adults, who are usually rarely seen, have become regular customers in the store, and they are all evil customers..."

Hearing this, Gallo probably understood the reason for the matter.

Someone is trying to make trouble!

Although this kind of thing had nothing to do with me before, it is different now...

With this income, I went to rent a new church.

These people are hindering their faith!

I just want to believe in the goddess, 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 possibly know about such a thing?" ”

"Don't know? That's a bit of a hassle..."

Gallo whispered.

If you can't find the mastermind behind the scenes, then you can only help these doglegs who aided the abuse to repent and confess...

It could take several nights, and it would have to trouble the old bishop for divination several times, not a little troublesome, but really troublesome.

The dark elf couldn't hear Gallo's heart, and thought that he was worried about the operation of the store, so he quickly reached out and patted his head, and a gentle smile appeared on his face, as if comforting a child, and said softly:

"It's okay, you don't have to worry, the store manager can handle it."

While the two were chatting, the pot-bellied tax collector came down from the second floor, and said to the shopkeeper with a swagger:

"Hmph~ Although I didn't find anything this time, I'll come back next week!"

The shopkeeper's face couldn't help but become ugly, but he still replied reluctantly:

"You're always welcome."

The tax collector said, and slowly paced to the dark elf, trying to get close to it again.

As a result, he saw that there was a young boy beside this beautiful woman, although she looked like a poor priest, but her temperament was gentle and elegant, sunny and cheerful, and her appearance was much stronger than his own.

So he snorted very unhappily and said:

"Is there anything in this store that a priest can use?"

The dark elf and the shopkeeper wanted to explain, but Gallo spoke first:

"No, no, there is no weapon for me here."

"Hmph, if you want to buy a staff, the one next door is good, the price is cheap, and it suits you better."

The tax collector scoffed.

Gallo, on the other hand, laughed resignedly, and replied:

"Thank you for the recommendation, but I don't really like staffs or anything..."

"I prefer meteor hammers, flails, or skull-crushing hammers, do you know where to buy them?"

The tax officer was stunned for a while, and then frowned and scolded:

"Are you sick?"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes."

Gallo still replied resignedly, and hurriedly stepped aside, narrowed his eyes slightly, showed a kind smile at the fat tax officer, and silently noted his appearance.

The tax officer couldn't help but be smart, feeling unwell, like a toad targeted by a poisonous snake, and a chill was shining down his spine, which made his heart beat a little faster.

But he couldn't say what was wrong, how the young pastor's smile looked kind, respectful, and a standard submissive look, no different from the people he met on weekdays, so he couldn't find anything wrong...

Probably because the little goblin was too abrasive last night, and he didn't sleep...

The tax officer thought to himself, and did not stay in the weapon shop for long, and hurriedly left.

After he left, the shopkeeper hurriedly comforted Gallo:

"It's okay, it's just a routine check, but fortunately, our store has always been law-abiding, and even the most picky people can't find anything wrong... What's more, there is Sir Donald to support us..."

"Don't worry, go back and rest, recharge your energy, and in a week, you will be busy."

"Okay, I see."

Gallo nodded, and then rode back to the church in the donkey cart.