The Summoner

"What's this?" The two priests looked at each other, but did not reach out to take over the precious mage's secret box. Instead, they looked at Stoke and asked: "You know, as members of the church, we must not intervene in the struggle of the nobility. , Let alone actively ask for bribes to help some nobles overcome certain difficulties. In fact, we are only from a neutral perspective."

"You're thinking too much, you are all upright mages, how can you take the initiative to ask for bribes?" Stoke shook his head, and his dusky face also had a smile on his face: "This is what I gave to the two who came to the mayor's mansion gift."

"Gift?" The bitter priest's tone is also a bit of a playful color: "These are really gifts?" His hand was placed on the mage's secret box near him. The perception was not blocked, gently Opening his hand, the white flower's silver coin suddenly caught his eye, causing him to raise his eyebrows slightly: "Are these gifts?"

He looked at the large silver coins in white piles inside, seemingly in a small secret box. I was afraid that there were close to 500 shilling silver coins. The tone was even more emotional: "Only my salary, maybe I will spend my whole life. Make this money!"

"Huh?" Stoke's face changed slightly. For the mean priest, he opened the secret box directly, and spoke to him in this tone, making his eyes gloomy.

"Why? Haven't you seen so much money?" Even Elvis sneered softly: "So how much have you seen?"

"How many have you seen?"

The mean priest chuckled: "Many, many!"

He raised his head and looked at the old look of Stoke and Elvis. His tone was very emotional: "The village I am in, even if everyone adds up, does not have so much money!" He said with a chuckle: " But I have seen, and I have seen far more money than these! It looks like piled up like a mountain!"

"Oh? A mountain of big silver coins?" Elvis chuckled, but there was no slight smile on his face: "So I am curious, where is this?" He looked at the young priest: " Even the treasury of the Silver Bay Kingdom does not have so much money? Where did you see it?!"

"Dream." The young priest grabbed a large silver coin in the secret box. The cold and hard texture made him a little emotional: "That was the first time I saw the big silver coin when I was a child. Call it shilling, huh?” He said with a soft, self-deprecating laugh: “My mother said this is very expensive, very expensive, and it is so unimaginable! So I dreamed that night and dreamed that I was lying like this The shilling coin rolled freely!"

"Dream?" Elvis chuckled, "Is this shilling silver coin worth your dream?" His tone was also somewhat ridiculed: "When I was young, I dropped a big silver coin. I’m in a hurry, I’m too lazy to pick it up!"

"Okay." Stoke said: "This is still a small gift after all." He said and looked at the middle-aged pastor: "What do you say, my dear pastor?"

"Of course, this is just a gift." The middle-aged pastor smiled apologetically, and at the same time stretched out his hand to take out his companion's hand in the secret box, and closed the lid with his backhand: "It's a bad idea to open someone's gift in person. Deeds," he said to his companions as if instructed: "Gifts can't be opened until they go home, you know?"

"...Is it?" The young priest laughed a little, but more of it was bleak, but in the face of the middle-aged priest looking at his gaze, he still nodded and smiled self-deprecatingly, "Yes, yes !"

"Why?" Stoke smiled when he looked at the young pastor. "Feel less?"

"A lot." The priest shook his head.

"Want more?" Stoke took the pipe lit by the servant next to him and gently smoked. "If you want more, it's really easy for me." His lips under his beard smiled: "It's simple."

"He just never saw so many shillings, and his head was a little dizzy." The middle-aged priest glanced at his companion, chuckling, and stretched out his two hands to pick up the heavy Master's Secret Box. With a laugh: "How can these be insufficient for us? It's too expensive!"

"Very good." Stoke was smoking a pipe, but his eyes still looked at the young pastor: "What do you think? Isn't this gift valuable to you personally? Young pastor!"

"Very expensive!" The young priest closed his eyes and tears came out of the corners of his eyes: "It's too expensive!" He looked up at Stoke, then glanced at Elvis and Stowe, and finally looked away In Adrien, the tone also had a very sad tone: "I took a vacation before, and returned to my village, just in the barren, deeper mainland area of ​​Back Bay County, because of a famine, I died three More than a dozen old people and children, because of paying the tax of the lord, those pea noodles they left after feeding the pea of ​​the lord’s bad horse are not enough to eat."

"What do you want to say?" The middle-aged pastor's face changed a little. He put down the mage's secret box and looked at his companion. His tone was also very solemn: "Don't forget that we came here, which represents the church, not the yourself!"

"Aha?" The young priest had some fun: "Church? Whose church? Noble church?"

"Isn't it your church?" Elvis sat in his position, looking at the young priest, his tone was more playful: "Or, you don't believe in the gods who gave you your present status?"

"What are you talking about?" The young priest was laughing: "Do you think I will say something blasphemously stupid?" He pointed to his head: "I'm not that stupid, nor that stupid, On the contrary, I think I am very smart, just like I can become a pastor from a farmer’s child, very smart!"

"What does that stand for?" Stoke smoked his pipe and looked at him lightly: "Or, what do you say to us here, as if you are really qualified?"

"Sorry, I don't know what happened to him today!" The middle-aged pastor was still playing round.

"I'm normal!" But the young priest was mean-faced: "Look now, look at the rewards we received for just a random mission!" He put his hand on the mage's secret box and reopened it. The flowery appearance made him tremble slightly: "Can save all the money in my village!"

"Wait." Stoke looked at him, smoking a pipe at a time, and he asked slowly: "I am talking to me now, is it representing yourself, or is the Church of God of Order and Noble ?"

"Shut up!" The tone of the middle-aged pastor was solemn: "Stop talking!"

"On my behalf!" The young priest sneered: "So respected Mayor Stoke, Justice, do you want to say something?" His tone was a little bit, but he was fearless: "Still arrest me What about?"

"You're a little ridiculous." Stoke smoked his pipe and looked at him: "Because of the church, you sat in my mansion and talked to me, because you have a formidable and respectable backstage." He He took a deep breath and said: "But now you have to represent yourself and come and tell me some useless nonsense?!"

"My hometown suffered from famine, is it useless nonsense?!" The young priest looked at Stoke, his teeth clenched tightly: "I feel a little bit dissatisfied!"

"Don't accept anything?" Stoke seemed interested: "Why not?"

"Why can you enjoy it in a luxurious mansion without doing anything?" The young priest did not hesitate at all, took a deep breath and said directly: "Why are you born with such a strong pedigree? Why do you even do evil? No one can judge you? Why are you born under the protection of gods?!"

"What are you talking about?" The middle-aged pastor's face was extremely embarrassed. He stretched out his hand and took his hand directly: "Stop it! Do you know what our purpose is?"

"Exhibit the attitude of the church?!" The young pastor lowered his head and chuckled, "Just this?!"

"Do you know what to ask?!" The middle-aged pastor was a little angry and angry: "Don't let your emotions affect the church! You are the pastor of the church first, the servant of the deity, and then you are yourself!"

"No!" But the young priest suddenly raised his head, looked at this companion beside him, and was also his friend who often brought his own, and slowly shook his head: "I am myself first, then the pastor of the church, deity Servant, because I have my own thinking, I know what is right or wrong!"

"There's nothing really right or wrong!" The middle-aged pastor's tone was even more angry: "What's wrong with you recently? How did I find that you're really not right recently? You need to be imprisoned for a month after going back!"

"I won't go back!" But the young priest shook his head and stood up: "I don't want to go back anymore. I think what you said is wrong, what you did is wrong, and the attitude you expressed is also wrong!"

"Do you know what you're talking about?" The middle-aged pastor's hands were shaking.

"I know." The young priest smiled: "But I think the concept of His Royal Highness is very good." He turned his head slightly and looked at Stoke and Elvis and Stowe and Adrien behind him: " In fact, since the last time I returned to the Mystic Mage Tower, the prince’s philosophy has always kept me in mind. I like him to reclaim his rights to the country, let the free people become citizens of the country, and liberate a large number of slaves, rather than let the lords When the animals are raised as well!"

"The priest of the **** of order and nobility is about to fall?" Stoke smoked his pipe at a rate that was a bit frequent, and his tone was a bit awkward when he was smoky: "Or does the church have any ideas?!"

"This is my personal idea." The young priest shook his head. "His Prince's carriage is waiting outside. I think you will not let His Royal Highness down?"

"No." Stoke squinted and nodded slowly. "Please feel free."

"Thank you very much." The young pastor strode out and left.

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