In all fairness, Alan is not opposed to the Silvermoon Monastery's approach.

The problem is that the town's finances are tight, and the limited funds have to be invested in construction, and it really can't afford to pay the protection fee!

The Silver Moon Monastery must take the money first, and then send someone to protect it, and if you don't see a rabbit, you won't scatter an eagle.

This is an approach that Alan can't agree with!

Pay on credit first, even if you add some interest!

Wouldn't it be the best of both worlds to collect savings and lend money while collecting protection fees, and to set up the banking industry as well?

It's a pity that the Silvermoon Monastery lacks financial thinking and is too rigid on this issue.

Far less agile than the Knights Templar in Allen's previous life.

Orcs and monasteries, just death for money.

There is another, more dangerous force that has also infiltrated the town.

They don't charge protection money, it's the soul that they extort!

On the afternoon of his return to town, Allen, accompanied by Mr. Sola, went to the Municipal Square to meet with the spokesperson of the Third Force.

A rudimentary pulpit was erected in the square, surrounded by a crowd of people, mostly women and children.

On the pulpit, a young man in a black robe stood.

This kid is oily and powdery, and his eloquence is quite good.

Preaching in front of hundreds of people, full of passion and incitement!

The women in the audience listened fascinated.

Whenever the young missionaries finished telling a gospel story, they crossed their hands to their chests and prayed in unison, as if they had been brainwashed.

Alan noticed that the missionary's robe was embroidered with a conspicuous emblem:

Under a red full moon, a bat spreads its wings.

The Red Moon represents the Red Moon Island.

The bat, which represents the "Batman" branch of the Beast Cult, worships the "Grim Reaper" Charon.

Charon, one of the four gods of the Beast Cult.

He is both the god of death and the creator of bat-like beasts.

The preachers of the Grim Reaper, who preach a kind of eschatology.

It is nothing more than that the end of the world is approaching, and only by worshipping Charon, the god of death, can we escape the final judgment and gain a place in the new world after the catastrophe.

This kind of argument is not new, but the poor and ignorant people at the bottom eat it.

If it's just eschatology, that's it.

The sanctimonious preacher even quietly cast his magic to hypnotize the beautiful women in the audience.

Claiming that they are more religious and luckier than others.

If they are willing to go to his private chapel, he will be happy to help them receive the charism, and they will be sublimated physically and spiritually.

Allen raised his hand with a cold face and blasted a "thundering wave" into the sky!

Bang!!

Thunder exploded over the square!

The people who were fascinated by the hearing were all frightened!

The women, who were seduced by the spell, were also shocked by the thunder, and came to their senses one after another, and ran away with red faces.

The bustling square became deserted, except for Allen, Sora, and the missionaries on the stage.

Sora recognized that the missionary was wearing the "Death Hallow Insignia", and knew that he was not small, so she hurriedly gave Eren a look and persuaded him to forbear.

The missionary's face changed slightly, and then he smiled again, stepped off the pulpit, and came over to say hello.

"Sir, ma'am, excuse me for a few minutes, but allow me to introduce you to the ...... of our idol and savior Charon"

"This set of nonsense will be avoided, and you will directly say your intentions." Alan interrupted him impatiently.

"My name is Charles, and I'm from Red Moon Island......"

The missionaries talked.

Alan could tell that this person had done a lot of preparation in advance, and he knew exactly where the immigrants in the town were coming from.

Find out why they fled Quint Island and traveled thousands of miles across the ocean to settle here.

I also know that immigrants can gain a foothold in this place without the support of the Case family and the charter of the Silvermoon Monastery.

"Sir, ma'am, this town is thriving and has great prospects, and the only facility missing is the church."

Charles said with a smile.

"We worship the Beast Cult, and in the belief of saving the world, we intend to build a church in the town, and hopefully it will not be hindered by the infidels."

"If our wish is granted, then the townspeople will not only have a soul home, but they will also be safe."

"Huh...... I've heard that the orcs are interested in this town? ”

"If you ask the Silvermoon Monastery to fight against the orcs, I'm afraid you'll have to pay a lot of protection money, right?"

"We worship animal religion, we do not covet money, we have no worldly desires, and we are bent on spreading the gospel and saving the world."

"If this town becomes a new diocese of the Beast Cult, there will be Catholics from Red Moon Island to help you deal with the Orcs."

"Sir, ma'am, this is a very fair deal, and you should consider my suggestion carefully."

"This is my secret seal, please keep it away, and feel free to contact me to discuss the way to salvation."

With that, Charles handed over two business cards.

Put on your top hat, pick up your cane, and turn and leave.

Alan watched the man go.

He looked at the business card with the bat insignia in his hand, and his brows were furrowed.

Charles's meaning is clear, they don't charge protection money, but they ask the entire town to convert to the Cult of the Beast!

Worship the beast religion, worship the so-called "four gods of the apocalypse".

A plague knight on a white horse, the "plague god" Squark, the main god of the rat people.

A knight of war on a red horse, the "God of War" Darag, the main god of werewolves.

The knight of the famine riding a black horse, "Mother Worm" Rhea, the main god of the wormmen.

Finally, the death knight on a gray horse, Charon the "Grim Reaper", the main god of the Batman and the savior that Charles is trying to promote in the town.

Alan put away Charles's business card, turned around and asked Ms. Sora:

"Teacher, what do you think about this?"

Ms. Sora groaned, and the positive color analyzed.

"Allen, first of all, you have to make it clear, if you accept the Beast Worship Sect to settle in, it will be tantamount to completely offending the Silver Moon Monastery!"

"If we pay protection money to the Silver Moon Monastery, it will automatically become a vassal of the monastery and an enemy of the Beast Cult!"

"Silver Moon Monastery and Beast Worship Sect, you can only choose one side to stand, there is no possibility of swaying from side to side."

"For now, I'm more inclined to cling to the monastery, but it's also necessary to open my mind and think of another option." Alan walked forward, "Teacher, if we are on the side of the Beast Worship Sect, how should we do it?" ”

Although this possibility is very small, Alan doesn't mind deducing it and preparing his mind in advance.

There are no eternal enemies in the world, and mountains do not turn around.

Ms. Sora nodded, and continued the conversation.

"The Beast Worship Sect is not monolithic, it is divided into four major tribes internally."

"If we join the Cult of the Beasts, we have to choose one of the four major tribes...... Personally, I hate the insect faction! ”

Alan thinks back to what happened to the teacher when he was young, and he doesn't ask.

Sora sighed faintly, changed her words, and said:

"Eliminate my personal likes and dislikes, and think about the big picture......"

"If we have no choice but to choose a faith among the four gods of the Apocalypse, we had better choose...... Rhea, the idol of the insectized man. ”

"Why is this ......?" Alan was stunned.

"Because, compared to the other three outright evil gods, the worm mother Rhea is the least bad god."

Ms. Sola gave her answer.

"There are idols, there are believers."

"Of course, there are many scum in the insect people."

"But overall, the character and style of action are a little better than the other three series."

"However, poisonous insects are more terrible than beasts...... "Allen wondered.

Sora smiled slightly, took his hand, and patiently explained.

"You think only of terrible poisonous insects, locusts that cause famine, but there are also bees that benefit the peasants, spiders that catch pests."

"More insects, like ants, don't care about good or evil."

"Another example is a butterfly, the larvae gnaw the crops, and the adults pollinate the crops, can you tell if she is a pest or a beneficial insect?"

"Mother Worm is the 'god of famine' and the 'god of harvest'."

"In ancient times, the spellcasters who worshiped Rhea were called druids."

"Rhea is certainly not a good god, but among the four gods, she is the least bad!"

"Teacher, I see." Alan was stunned.

After some careful consideration, Alan finally made a choice.

Worship the Beast Sect and the Silver Moon Monastery, water and fire are incompatible.

This is Silvermoon Island, not Red Moon Island, is there any other choice?

If you want to gain a foothold on Silvermoon Island, you can only rely on the Silvermoon Monastery.

Early the next morning, Allen sent a letter to Charles, confessing his choice and clearly informing Charles and his accomplices:

"Cult of the Beast Cult is an illegal organization in this town, and it is not welcome!"

"You must leave the town before dark, or you will bear the consequences!"

Eren knew in his heart that the beast worshippers were not good men and women.

Since they refused to proselytize, they were bound to be punished, and the question was only when it would come.

There was orc blackmail in the front, and there was a cult threat in the back.

The newly established immigrant town is in turmoil.

In this desperate situation, Alan could only be forced to bow his head and accept the protection of the Silvermoon Monastery.

People are under the roof, and they can only follow the rules of others and pay the money obediently.

A year's protection fee is really not cheap!

In order to raise this expense, the entire townspeople had to tighten their belts.

The townspeople raised part of it themselves, the Case family funded part of it, and the rest of the money shortfall, Alan had to pay for it out of his own pocket.

Of course, the hard-earned money cannot be paid for free.

This loan follows the ancient financial tradition: nine out of thirteen.

The town council gave him an IOU, which was credited with interest on a monthly basis.

The person who handled it was his town mayor's father.

The father complained to his son that the interest rate was too high.

Alan was unmoved.

On the issue of lending, my father also has to settle accounts.

With the status of the creditor, Allen also gave himself the title of "chief tax officer" through the town council.

With this title, it will be more convenient to collect accounts in the future.

After the Yinyue Monastery collected the money, it was quite happy to do things, and soon sent a security team stationed in the town.

The Silver Moon Security Team, with a total of 93 people, has cultivated to the realm, at least in the late stage of the first order.

The captain and the two vice-captains, both of whom were in the late stage of the third order, represented the three major factions of the Silver Moon Monastery.

Through the Case family, Alan got the information of the three captains in advance.

Captain Adam, Bearman blood, twenty-five years old.

The big brother from the bear house, with a gentle temperament, loves mead the most.

Vice-Captain George, of Boar Man blood, is twenty-four years old.

The "big stomach" of the pig yard has nothing else wrong except for the occasional greed.

Mary, of lion blood, twenty years old.

The first personal disciple of the cat courtyard, known as "Sister Lion".

A long-legged blonde woman with a big wave, it is said that she loves stinky beauty.

On the first day of the Silvermoon vigilantes' arrival in town, Eren entertained the three captains in his tavern.

In the name of catching the wind and washing the dust, he did what he liked, and prepared a gift for each of the three of them.

The gift to Adam was a good old wine made by his father.

The gift to George is a blood vein awakening agent, which awakens the "flavoring technique" after injection, which helps to increase the appetite.

The gift to Maria is Alan's homemade perfume, sprayed with a little bit and sexy all day long.

The small gift opened the way, and Alan had a good conversation with the three captains.

"Three, let's not hide it, our New Quint Town, the recent financial constraints, even the cost of inviting you to maintain law and order, it was barely made up of pants, miserable!"

Lion sister Maria, with her thick golden curly hair draped over her shoulders, glanced at Alan sympathetically, and stopped talking.

Alan can see that Maria is a warm-hearted big sister, but not to the point of being "silly and sweet".

Brother George, the pig, was a bald and fat man, smiled at his crying, and continued to work with the momentum of revenge.

Brother Adam stroked his thick beard, looking at the good wine given by Allen, his eyes showed a trace of unbearable.

"Brother Allen, I understand your situation, it is indeed not easy, but the monastery has its own law, we only have to work hard, how much money we charge, whether we can discount or postpone payment, are all rules set by the top, and the three of us can't speak!"

"Brother Adam, if you have this heart, I am very moved."

Alan gave Brother Xiong a glass.

"In fact, the reason why the town's finances are tight is mainly because a large amount of tax receivables has not been collected."

To whom is taxed?

Certainly not the poor people in the town.

Alan placed the hand-drawn map on the table and pointed it out to the three of them.

"From east to west, from south to north."

"The area enclosed by the red line, with a total area of tens of thousands of square miles, is the jurisdiction of the new Quintling."

"We, the New Quint Township Government, have the right to collect taxes from any resident and institution on this land."

"Wait a minute!" Brother Xiong Adam hurriedly declared, "You can't collect taxes in this small area in the upper right corner of the map!" ”

"Why not?" Alan asked, surprised.

"That area is the Flower Demon Valley, which belongs to the resource point of our monastery." Brother Xiong said in a deep voice.

Alan nodded knowingly, and took a black pen to circle the Flower Demon Valley.

"Elsewhere, I collect taxes, no problem, right?"

"No problem, but I'm a little curious."

Brother George squinted his small eyes and pointed at the map,

"This is a safe haven for pirates."

"Here, it's the dwarven wrought iron valley."

"This is the ogre's lair."

"Brother Allen, I'm afraid these three places won't pay taxes to you obediently."

"Brother George, it's the key!" Alan pushed the boat down the river, "Little brother, I want to bother the security team to take action and arm the tax!" ”

(End of chapter)