When it comes to Prescott Estate, everyone in the small town of Centeria knows about it.

This estate may not be the most extravagant manor in town, nor the largest, but it is definitely the oldest manor.

It is rumored to have been built by order of Baron Enoch and is one hundred and twenty years old.

It is currently owned by the Fox family.

Speaking of the Fox family, they are definitely the most prestigious squires in the town.

The elder Fox served as an adjutant at the Bourham City Health Department.

It may sound like a small department with a dispensable profile.

This is not the case.

With the rise of industry and the discharge of sewage, the residents living in the surrounding area are naturally miserable.

The members of the House of Commons, for the sake of votes, even if they are superficial, they have to act.

It is under this historical trend that the authority of the Health Bureau has been strengthened on an epic scale.

It was also at this stage that the elder Fox amassed wealth that several generations could not accumulate.

It's a pity that he lost the election of members of the House of Commons in the final sprint, otherwise he would not be the most prestigious person in Centeria Town, but the councillor of Bonham City!

At this time, in the halls of this ancient manor, the fireplace crackled and the fire was blazing.

Mixed with Atlantic cedar and cypress sandalwood, the large living room is not only warm as spring, but also pleasant and refreshing.

However, at this time, the squires and factory owners sitting around the sofa had extremely gloomy faces.

"Master Fawkes, what do you mean, Landon? Think we're sending too little? Harriman, the owner of the brewery, asked, puzzled.

"If it's too little, I can't make such a statement." Fox, who has been in the career for a long time, subconsciously looks at this matter from the perspective of his career.

"And what does that mean?"

"Is this still a guess? He himself has already said that this is to accept us as dogs! Disobedience, that is beheading. Grain merchant Yin Nuoke interjected with an ugly face.

"It's lawless! I don't believe he dared to kill us? Samson, the owner of the pharmacist, shouted.

"A Heresy Cap can kill you!" Yin Nuoke said coldly.

When the voice fell, Samson's expression suddenly froze, and he was also a high-class person in the town, but he vaguely knew the group of mosaics.

Naturally, I know how powerful the Sheriff's Office is!

He was really afraid that the other party would punish him for a heretical crime.

For a moment, a sense of powerlessness grew in their hearts, and at this time they faced the sheriff's office, just as the farmer faced them.

Reasoning, the right to interpret the law rests with the other party.

Violence? People are more powerful than you.

"Or ...... Follow his heart? "Some people have weak leg bones, and it is not unacceptable to eat two plates of meat less.

"Alright, don't scare yourself! In this case, the Tudor industry has long been returned to the Sheriff's Office, and it is the turn of the noble lord? ”

Fox, who knew some of the insiders, reprimanded, "The church will not sit idly by and ignore this!"

Everyone was shocked when they heard this, and only then did they realize that the church was the anchor of the sea.

It is true that the presence of the church is too low, and it almost never participates in worldly affairs.

"I've heard that it's the woman named Loxani who wants to talk to us, why don't we find a way to get her out?" Harriman proposed.

"You have this connection in Tudor?" Fox asked.

Harriman shook his head a little embarrassedly, a fierce look on his face, and made a shooting gesture to his temple:

"Or do you want to do her?"

"If you want to die, don't drag us into the water!"

Master Fawkes rebuked, not angry at Harriman's proposal, but angry at him for saying it out in public.

This kind of selfish deed, wanting to do it in private, doing it without knowing it, and still saying it, is extremely stupid!

"The church in the town is in disrepair, as a devout disciple of my lord, I should share the worries of the church, I think everyone might as well pool a sum of money to give, what do you think?"

Fawkes didn't dare to let the turtles discuss it anymore, so he tactfully offered a solution - to ask for help from the Nautical Church.

In fact, he still has some connections in Tudor, and theoretically, it is easy to transfer a small clerk.

However, it's really hard to say whether this connection will work or not, so he didn't say it for the time being, and will talk about it after he tried.

When Fox and the others finalized the donation, in the blazing fireplace, a wisp of corpse dust quietly followed the hot air current, flew out of the chimney, and fell into a rather brand new villa in the town.

This is the villa that Li Shenzhi just rented.

The rent was cheap.

It was not Li Shenzhi's exercise of privilege, but the decay of the town of Centria.

Such villas are common in small towns.

Most of them were built by former merchants as a temporary foothold.

With the decline of the town, it is only natural that the prices of these properties have plummeted.

The family is well-off, and he also hires an old servant to look after the house.

Some of the people who went away and flew high were directly listed for transfer.

It's a pity that the poor can't afford it, the rich can't afford it, and the transfer is naturally far away.

Thankfully, this villa has been maintained, fully furnished, and ready to move in.

Otherwise, Caroline wouldn't have chosen this place.

At this time

, Li Shenzhi was sitting on the sofa in the hall, listening to Caroline's report. The roaring fire in the fireplace made me feel drowsy.

Caroline reported with a rather excited expression that she had first experienced the taste of power when she was in charge of the house.

Whether it's renting a house or hiring a servant, that's called a hug!

Coupled with the special nature of her employer, the treatment she enjoys is naturally skyrocketing, and all of this makes her feel a sense of control.

Suddenly!

She was keenly aware that Mr. Langdon's expression moved, which made her heart move, thinking that what was being reported was what Mr. Langdon was interested in, and she hurriedly devised a wording and elaborated on it.

It took a while before the introduction was finished.

"Well, that's good. Prepare hot water, I'm going to take a shower. Li Shenzhi nodded and ordered other things.

"Yes, I'll arrange it." Caroline hurriedly replied, turned and ordered.

But in my heart, I was worried about Mr. Langdon's subtle attitude that seemed perfunctory and affirmative, and I didn't know if today's ability to do things was affirmed by him.

Nothing was said all night.

Early the next morning, Li Shenzhi got into his own carriage and went to the Sheriff's Office, which was less than a mile away.

As soon as I came to the Sheriff's Office, I saw a seafaring cultist standing in front of the gate.

"Chief Langdon, Father Huntington is looking for you!"

The disciple approached and went straight to the point.

It's pretty fast!

Li Shenzhi nodded and walked to the nautical church in the center of the town.

As far as he knows, the church in the small town of Centeria currently has a priest, a monk, two nuns, and a number of volunteers.

The only one worthy of Li Shenzhi's caution was Father Huntington.

In the Nautical Church, those who are promoted to priests are all divine scrollers.

This is a more mysterious and treacherous transcendent.

The last time Li Shen saw the priest of the Nautical Church was when he was promoted to mosaic, and the Nautical Church sent someone to arrange the ceremony.

In the midst of his thoughts, Li Shenzhi pushed open the church door with the Voyagers and met Father Huntington in the confessional.

This is an old priest about forty years old.

Probably because he lived in the church all the year round, his face was bloodless, his hair was thin, and he had a bit of a dusty temperament against the backdrop of a sacred robe.

"When I first came to your place, there are many things, and I haven't come to worship yet, so I ask Father Huntington to forgive me!"

As soon as Fang met, Li Shenzhi directly repented.

"If you have the Lord in your heart, you can worship anywhere, so why stick to a stone house? It's me, who disturbs Mr. Langdon's work. Father Huntington was polite.

The two exchanged pleasantries for a while, and then sat down separately.

The two sides did not immediately cut to the topic, but talked a lot about the customs of Tudor.

During the conversation, Li Shenzhi learned that Father Huntington was a Tudor, and that he had been a pastoral here for five years.

Father Huntington said, "The town of Centeria has been quiet for the past five years, does Mr. Langdon know why?"

Here it comes...... Li Shen secretly exclaimed in his heart, and said with a smile on his face: "Because my lord blesses me."

Father Huntington's kind look froze suddenly!