Chapter 21 Salvatore Black Tower

"You seem to get along well with Reverend Lewis."

After Louis had left for a while, Annan chuckled and whispered.

He intends to collect as much information about the world as possible before meeting the mayor.

In what form do the righteous gods exist in this world, what is the attitude of people towards the church, and what is the relationship between man and God...

This involves Annan's next actions.

Because Annan's expression did not change in the slightest, the militiamen could not see for a while whether Annan was happy or unhappy...

They can only tentatively say:

"After all...they actually treated us well."

"Even if they ask you for money every day?"

Annan asked.

A young militiaman blurted out: "It's the rules of the church, and Reverend Louis is not a miser. When he hired us to build a church, the price was very high... and he also invested in the only elementary school in our town!"

Seeing this stunned tone of voice, the old militiaman next to him immediately came over and explained: "Silver Jue taught us that silver coins are streams, and only when they flow can life; The priests have taught us.

"Although the church needs money for everything, after all, they don't want to make money. The money they get will always be spent again... They just pass the money once."

The old militiaman sighed: "When the fish couldn't be sold, only Lord Louis was willing to buy the rest of the fish. He couldn't eat so much himself, and couldn't transport it out... But that was a life saver.

"Pastor Louis came from the capital. When he first arrived at the Frozen Water Port, he also mentioned that he wanted to provide us with a loan. But we were worried that we would not be able to pay, so no one has borrowed it yet - maybe someone secretly I went to borrow it, but I definitely didn't tell everyone."

"Lord Lord," said this, a militiaman who was only about sixteen or seventeen years old asked curiously, "I heard that the priests in the capital also help people to buy things? Just pay them money, no need to pay. Can you buy special products from far away places when you go out?"

"You also said that you have to pay."

Annan glanced at him and replied ambiguously.

The militiamen, as if they had received a positive answer, were discussing with each other in amazement.

Annan was very surprised.

This Silver Sir...a bit trendy.

Provide fee-based services to collect money on a large scale from the people, and then find an excuse to return the money when the market is not good. After coming and going, he has revitalized the economy of the entire frozen water port without losing himself.

Is it because he himself did not give anything?

Following this line of thinking, the church in the capital might even provide banking services... no, it will definitely provide banking services.

After all, Louis mentioned loans, and the banking industry must have developed.

Unexpectedly, the righteous god in this world is quite grounded...

"What does Reverend Lewis do for you?"

Annan asked curiously.

If he guessed correctly, what Lewis provided should be some service industry, no capital business... He is using this method of collecting money to ensure that this border town is prosperous.

The answer was not what he expected:

"The main thing is medical treatment. Helping us with illnesses, wounds... and presiding over the funeral of the elderly, and the baptism of the children when they are born. The better family will ask him to name the children. He will also teach the townspeople. Children can count and read, and teach some adults how to build better houses. Or he can repair fishing boats and sell some particularly effective bait. The mayor will also entrust him to bring back a monthly newspaper every month. Or help the mayor to bring some books that can only be sold in the capital.

"

The old militiaman sighed with some regret: "Of course, you have to charge...

"But our lives have indeed changed for the better since Reverend Lewis came."

Having said this, the old militiaman hesitated, but added in a low voice, "Actually, the change is even bigger than after the mayor came back... It's just that the money can't be saved."

I can understand.

Annan nodded.

Krypton can't stop it.

"When Louis first came," Annan asked again, "did any of you not want to give money?"

He was a little curious.

Logically, this kind of thing is inevitable.

The old militiaman nodded in admiration: "As expected of the lord, you can predict things like God. Although this kind of behavior will be condemned by the Silver Sir... But after all, we have a special history here, and I have never seen a Silver Sir priest before, so... …”

"So in the beginning, there will be people who want to pay. I don't listen to what I say."

A tired voice came from the front: "Really, Nick?"

Hearing this, the young militiaman who was snarling earlier shrank his neck in shame.

It was a handsome young man with short brown hair, but with heavy eye bags and a tired face.

He wears clothes similar in shape to "Don Juan Geraint". It's just that there are many fewer openings in the front, and there are no smocks on the waist, and there are no complicated decorations.

Compared with Annan, he looks much simpler.

"Mr. Mayor."

The militiamen immediately saluted him.

The young man just waved his hand impatiently: "Go back."

"Sir, this is..."

"Don Juan Geraint, the third son of Count Geraint, I know."

The young mayor interrupted the old militiaman and yawned again: "You go down first."

The militiamen looked at each other and left with some hesitation.

The mayor looked at Annan very sleepily, and looked carefully:

"...Well, you seem more...confident than the rumors, Lord Geraint."

"If you have something to say, you can say it directly."

Annan replied indifferently: "There is no need to go around so many detours."

"Then I'll just say it straight, Sir Geraint."

The young mayor said without hesitation: "What about your teacher? Benjamin Foster, the wizard from the Black Tower of the Moor, take him with you no matter what you do."

"Perhaps he didn't tell you... but in fact, he is also my teacher. I studied in the black tower for five years and graduated from the transformation school, and he is my graduate tutor."

With that said, the young mayor stretched out his hand to pick out the bronze necklace around his neck, and gestured to Annan by pointing to an eye engraved on it.

It was the exact same imprint as the eye on Benjamin's ring.

The mayor, unceremoniously and fearlessly, asked "Don Juan Geraint", the son of a more noble earl: "Mr. Benjamin wrote to me four days ago, saying that he will be arriving soon. Frozen Water Port, if he doesn't arrive smoothly in a week, let me write to Earl Geraint immediately... But what about the teacher?

"Why are you the only one here?"

"—If I said that the teacher had died on the road, would you believe it?"

Annan was silent for a while, then asked the young mayor coldly.

The mayor replied without hesitation: "Naturally not, even if there are more than five silver-level extraordinary people, they may not be able to stop the teacher."

That's good.

Annan replied bluntly: "Then you just die halfway as a teacher - I won't tell you anything else."

Hearing this, the young mayor who had been very irritable before became quiet.

He looked at Annan suspiciously for a while, and his tone suddenly calmed down: "Did you encounter someone blocking you on your way?"

Annan narrowed his eyes slightly: "It seems you know a lot?"

"Don't be like this, my lord. Although you are the son of the earl, we were both apprentices of wizards taught by the same mentor. The private communication between us should be the relationship between the senior and the junior... or the junior. "

Looking at Annan's face, the mayor said mockingly.

But Annan was not provoked.

He just said plainly: "Then you should introduce yourself formally to your junior, my senior."

Seeing that Annan was not angry, the young mayor gave him a somewhat surprised look.

He muttered: "Well, it seems that the rumors are not very credible...

"Introduce yourself. Salvatore Black Tower, born in Frozen Water Harbor, the chief graduate of Zedi Black Tower's transformation school in 1498, the son of the Black Tower of this generation, the parade wizard who transformed the school. If you are in a rank...etc. After I step down as mayor of Frozen Water Harbor, I'm going to advance to Silver.

"It's your turn, my lord."