"Although the king has increased the tax policy, it will still take a necessary time to implement it, of course, it is impossible to start implementing it directly, don't worry, I dare not guarantee otherwise, in the town of Siken, 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 room, and Charles heard this.

Prompted by the True Eye, he recognized the chubby man at the head as the town's baron and mayor. Then it goes without saying what he said.

However, if memory serves, there don't seem to be any factories in this town.

Watching the group walk by, Charles finally looked at the church nun who had bid farewell to the group. Dressed in a black and white nun dress, her face is tough and difficult to hide the traces of time, she looks at least 50 years old.

At the moment, this man was standing there and looking out into the town.

Charles then looked sideways at the "companion" beside him, and found that the old man was looking up at the sky at the moment with a flock of white doves soaring by, and he didn't pay attention to his surroundings at all, so he couldn't help but feel helpless.

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

So Charles himself stepped forward.

"Hello Sister Marais, I'm Charles of the Gospel Department of Porso. Cranston, here's my ID. ”

He said as he took out the certificate and handed it to the other party. Obviously, the interviewee will be given advance notice before the interview. So she nodded gently. motioned for Charles to follow her into the church.

Glancing at the old man of the oak tree who was still standing in the small square outside the church, Charles ignored him and followed him inside.

"It's very encouraging for the higher authorities to be able to value us ordinary monks. When I got the notification, I couldn't even believe they were going to pick me, Charles, was it? I want to thank you all the way to listen to me talk about things that don't matter. ”

The old nun sighed as she walked inside the church. Eventually, they didn't go far, but sat down in an empty prayer room in the church and began the "interview".

In fact, the flow of this interview is no different from the last time they acted collectively. For the interviewees, you have to ask them how they manage the church and make it easier for them to unite and help the local faith, but it's a bit difficult to show off their accomplishments or something.

Charles could only grasp the point from her faint, various passing words, and then inquire carefully.

A nun's life is quite long, but it can be summed up in a very simple way.

I've always lived in this town. She lost her father at an early age, and her mother was a devout believer, but she was unable to raise her children, so she was given to the church. She grew up in the church and studied to become a nun.

There are a few things that stand out.

Risking death during an earthquake to rescue three children. Provide lodging and lots of information to the witchers who pass by, and even pluck up the courage to kill the monster that tracks down when a demon hunter is seriously injured.

Of course, this is nothing compared to the nuns' devotion to their duties and dedication to the town's church.

A pen-like magic pen is quickly sketched on the notes, and lines of Durin script, similar to Latin, are gracefully and freely written.

Derived from the earl's family's education since childhood, although the original owner was a bastard, his basic literacy is still relatively good.

……

The two of them set off early in the morning and arrived in the town at noon, and by the time the sun was about to set after the interview.

With the nun seeing her off, and holding a thick notebook full of "materials", Charles left the church.

And then he saw that Angus. Mr. Oak still maintained the same posture he had before the separation of Charles at noon, looking up at the sky with his crutches.

It's just that he didn't wait and see the pigeons or anything. Instead, he put the hat on his face again, and the snoring was faintly audible.

Beside him was a little boy staring up at him vigilantly and wonderingly, as if he was afraid that the old man would fall to the ground when he fell asleep.

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

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

"Thank you, but he suffers from Alzheimer's disease and generally doesn't pay attention to others." Charles replied

"Alzheimer's? Do you mean leukencephalopathy? ”

White encephalopathy is another name for Alzheimer's otherworld, Charles nodded when he heard this.

So the little boy understood, looked at the old man sympathetically, and jumped out of here.

Watching the other man's diminutive back disappear from view, Charles turned his head and spoke.

"Now that we're done, it's time to go back."

When the words fell, the old man, who was said to have been unable to wake up, suddenly shuddered, and his crooked shoulders immediately straightened up. He deftly grasped the hat that he had accidentally dropped in his hand, looked sideways at Charles, and rubbed his eyes again.

"The sound of running water outside the town is so nice, I haven't slept so comfortably in a long time. Are you done with the interview? Oh, that's fast, it can't be fooling, right? I gotta warn you-"

"It's been an afternoon." Charles reluctantly interrupted his nagging. Yet he was still talking to himself.

"Since you have taken this job, you must work hard to do it well, which is the most basic character quality of Chauvin. Don't say you're not a chauvinist, I remember when they introduced you to me...... Hey? How is your hair blonde? ”

Charles was in no mood to pay any attention to this confused guy at the moment. One day, this guy actually found out that he had a hair color problem?

……

The hired carriage was still parked not far away, which was certainly not a good intention. Instead, Charles spent a lot of money purse the carriage for two days. Of course, he naturally doesn't need to pay for this money, and he can go back to the church for reimbursement.

"As far as I know, the church doesn't verify how much money we use, so we can report more, so that we can get a little extra money, you should know that chauvins have always worked hard to make money, and it is natural not to miss out on having additional financial resources, I did this in my early years, and I came and went, and the money for the Acavia girl came out, and I didn't need to pay for it myself, listen, what a perfect plan."

Mr. Oak followed him like an old rascal. Charles didn't bother to talk to him.

The carriage began to stagger back as soon as the two men came along, and as if having slept enough for an afternoon and half a morning, Mr. Oak began to babble on how he had been so popular with the girls.

To sum it up, it is a paragraph, in the midst of thousands of flowers, and the leaves do not stick to the body.

Boasting is obviously not divided between young and old. Charles thinks so.

But Mr. Oak didn't have a good time this time, and as the carriage left the town and slowly departed along the stream, he suddenly stopped what he was saying, scratched the back of his head, and knocked on the window in front of him with his cane.

"Hey, lead the horse, go back and go back, turn around, I forgot something."

……

If Charles had been a fool, he would have believed him.