This is a normal day in early September. It has been more than half a month since no beasts hurt people. It seems that the wolf disaster has completely passed.

Life in Wolf Town is gradually returning to the right track, but to some extent, it will never be able to return to its original track.

Winters has been in office for more than a month, and he has gradually become familiar with and adapted to life in Wolf Town.

The days here are dull and quiet, and everyone around him treats him very friendly. Before he knew it, the salted fish attributes quietly awakened, and he began to have an idea: perhaps it is a good choice to settle in this secluded town.

That afternoon, Winters left the carpenter's house and returned directly to the town office.

Pushing open the door, Pan Weiche still leaned on the table and wrote calculations as usual. Nodded and greeted Winters walked into the office.

Gillard was not in the town office, and only Reed was in the room. The old beggar monk was napping comfortably on the lounge chair by the window.

Winters kicked the recliner angrily. After a while, the old man slowly opened his eyes.

"Where are people?" Winters asked.

"Have you slipped out to play?" monk Reed replied casually.

"You don't care?"

"The master led the door, and the practice is for the individual. I have always been..." The old monk yawned, and read the passage in foreign language: "[Selica] Jiang Taigong fishes, and the wishes take the bait."

Winters couldn't understand what the old monk was talking about in the second half, but he knew that debating with the charlatan was simply a waste of his lips and tongue.

He walked out of the town office angrily and shouted at the backyard: "Get out here!"

After a while, Bell was the first to walk over dejectedly, then Angru, and then... Pierre, the son of Mayor Mitchell.

The three and a half-old boys did not dare to look at Winters, and tried their best to avoid the lieutenant's sight, but were all captured by Winters back to the town office.

Monk Reed coughed lightly and pretended to be a serious lesson, saying, "[Selica] I am knowledgeable and traveling thousands of miles, and come to you for your condolences. But a few boys don't know how to cherish them, but I don't know that you can still play today, and I will regret it later..."

"Who understands what you said!" Winters couldn't help but shout: "Don't preach in languages ​​that others don't understand!"

After knowing each other for a long time, Winters discovered that the old charlatan prefers to use Far Eastern language to talk, especially when he drinks or wants to tease people.

"I used my native language if I was not careful. Sorry, sorry." The monk Reed's expression was unapologetic: "But these guys were wasting their homework, you are also responsible, Mr. Lieutenant."

"What is my responsibility?"

The old monk talked: "Mr. Pan Weiche is capable of doing things like Kaimeng. Isn't it too much for me to do this?"

"I'm so eager to let Mr. Pan Weiche come." Winters sneered: "Then you take over Mr. Pan Weiche's paperwork, how about you two exchange?"

After bringing the ponytailer and the little hunter to town, Winters realized that the two boys had a pathetic level of culture.

They could call out a single letter, but they wouldn't recognize each other when they even got a piece. Two boys, fifteen or six years old, couldn't even write their own names, and they had to beat their fingers within ten.

It cannot be blamed for them, because most people in Wolf Town are illiterate. The Dusaks are even more so, even Gillard Mitchell, the leader of the town, is still illiterate.

Winters, who was born in the Commercial Republic, believes that having a little writing skills will be very useful for Bell and Angelou, at least in the future, you can understand the most superficial contracts and accounts and will not be deceived.

So Winters decided to hire a teacher for Bell and Angru to teach them the most basic words and arithmetics.

Of course, Pan Weiche, the middle-aged housekeeper, wrote pleasingly styled characters and made clear accounts. The most rare thing is to be diligent and responsible in doing things.

But Pan Wei was a steward, scribe, accountant and other positions, and his work was already very heavy. Winters was really embarrassed to add another burden to him.

The two clergymen in Wolf Town Church also have sufficient cultural level. It is said that some great nobles would hire priests as tutors, and the rest would simply hire people to read and write for themselves.

But Priest Anthony and Priest Kaman would not come to teach the two poor boys to read and arithmetic, even if Winters went to invite them.

As for other literate farmers in Wolf Town, craftsmen can only barely read and write, and they may be almost capable of teaching.

After thinking about it, Winters found that only monk Reed was left.

Although the old monk beggar was from the Far Eastern country, he studied at the seminary of the public church for several years after converting and being consecrated, and his cultural level was unquestionable.

And as far as Winters' intuitive feeling is concerned, Reid does not have the arrogance in the bones of other clergy.

As "God's shepherd", even the humble clergy are arrogant at heart, because they ask themselves that they are closer to God and the kingdom of heaven than anyone else, and the parable of "Shepherd" itself is the greatest arrogance.

But the old charlatan, Reed, has no such problem. He can apply for a scribe position without changing his face, and teaching a poor boy to recognize words will probably not hurt his dignity. I am afraid that as the old man himself said: "I am a priest for the convenience of travel."

So after some bargaining, Winters promised to pay an additional additional teacher salary, and Reid agreed to teach Bell and Angru literacy and arithmetic.

But Winters did not expect that the old charlatan's laziness was already hard to change. The little hunter and the ponytail often made excuses to skip classes and slipped away. Not only did Reed ignore it, he was happy to be idle.

"After getting an extra salary, you have to do some work, right?" Winters said to the old charlatan sarcastically.

Unexpectedly, Friar Reed pointed at Pierre casually: "If you only teach these two dolls to recognize words and arithmetic, Mr. Michelle will be competent."

Pierre appears here because of his mother.

When Mrs. Mitchell heard that Lieutenant Montane asked Father Reid to teach the two young Dusaks, Mrs. Mitchell sent Pierre over.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! However, Mr. Michelle Xiao can already write and arithmetic. According to Gillard Mitchell, his wife, Mrs. Ellen Mitchell, taught herself when her son was still young.

Winters had to come to explain that he just asked Father Reed to teach two young Dusaks, and Michelle couldn't learn anything.

But unexpectedly, Mrs. Mitchell replied: "It is also very beneficial for Pierre to stay with Father Reed and Lieutenant Montane. This child always causes trouble on weekdays, so please help us and our couple take care of them."

Mrs. Mitchell's reason made Winters unable to object. Moreover, since he arrived in Wolftown, he was deeply helped by the Mitchell family. In comparison, adding a set of tables and chairs next to two little Dusaks is not even rewarding.

So Pierre Girardnovic Mitchell became the third student of Monk Reid. The old charlatan came without any chance and did not take the opportunity to ask Winters for a salary increase.

Angelu and Pierre were originally playmates, and Bell temporarily stayed at Mitchell's house during the Wolf Disaster period and played with two peers.

Angelu and Bell were nominally guards, but in fact they had no job to do. Pierre, as the owner of the manor and the only son of the mayor, was idle and idle on weekdays.

These three little Dusaks came together not three times—but were caused by the third power of trouble.

As soon as Winters left the town office, the three boys would slip away. Old Reed just pretended that he didn't see it, and he was very happy to take a little more time to take a nap.

Fortunately, the three of them were respectful and awe-inspiring Winters, so Winters could still control them.

When he returned to the town office, Pierre was caught off guard by Father Reid's name.

The old monk didn't say anything nonsense, and wrote a few words on the paper and handed them to Pierre: "Boy, read it."

Pierre took the note and stared at Father Reid.

"Read it!" The old monk pulled out a vine stick from somewhere and gave it to Xiao Mitchell.

Pierre was startled and stammered: "The stupid, stupid Golden Peak Mountains. Fuck. Sheep. Man... is the best description of my friends... Angelu and Bell."

Angelu and Bell were still holding back their smiles when they heard the front part, and they were stunned when they heard the last part.

Monk Reed yawned and said to the other two little Dusaks indifferently: "Do you two understand? You can't read, and you can't even understand the words others insult you."

Afterwards, Reed asked several four mixed operations questions. Every time he asked two other young Dusaks first. When they were still counting with fingers, Reed would ask Pierre instead.

Pierre was able to answer soon, but his answer became smaller and smaller, while the other two little Dusaks became more and more shameful and silent.

Monk Reed yawned again and asked casually: "You are about the same age, Pierre can write and forget it, where are you two?"

The little cowherd Angru lowered his head, and the little hunter Bell stared at Father Reid with his fists tightly. Pierre was at a loss and asked Winters for help with his eyes.

"Forget it, I don't make things difficult for you." Monk Reed sighed, and wrote something on the paper and handed it to the two little Dusaks: "You two follow the words I wrote, and you will not have to go to class after you write one as it is. You won't be able to do this, right?"

Bell was the first to grab paper and pen, and lay on the table to start fighting.

The little hunter was not writing, he was copying. He imitated every arc very seriously, but he still wrote crookedly, just like a young child who first learned to write. After he finished writing, he stuffed a quill to Angelu.

Angelus looked at Winters pitifully, and Winters nodded expressionlessly.

So the ponytail also lay on the table to copy it. However, because he tried too hard, the nib of the quilt was pressed off.

"Don't hurry, write slowly, try to write better." The old monk handed Angelou a new quill.

In the end, Angelou also completed the "copying", and his handwriting was even more terrible than Bell's writing.

Monk Reed took the note back and looked carefully, and asked with a sneer, "Are you idiots? Just write it if you want to write it? Do you know what this is?"

The two little Dusaks stood there in a daze.

The paper was unfolded by the old monk-who handed out a folded piece of paper, and there were other contents where Bell and Angru had not seen it.

Reed shook the paper in his hand: "This is a 'slave contract', and you have just signed it. From now on, you are not free men, but slaves belonging to me. I can buy and sell whatever I want and execute you."

The two little Dusaks were stunned.

"I thought I was scaring you?" The old monk snorted coldly: "Don't believe it? Let the lieutenant and Xiao Mitchell see."

As he said that, he handed the contract to Winters.

After reading it carefully, Winters said: "This is indeed a standard contract for individual rights sale. Paratu does not allow the use of slaves, but allows the slave trade. Monk Reed now has the right to sell you elsewhere. However, this contract does not work in Venetta, because Venetta does not allow any form of slavery, and you will be free to escape to Venetta."

Pierre took the paper and confirmed Winters' words after reading it.

"You lied to us to sign!" Bell yelled angrily.

"Who proved it?" The monk begging monk looked disdainfully: "It was you who signed this contract in black and white. If you want to blame, you can only blame you for being illiterate. You dare to sign anything and don't know if you are sold to slaves. You are not convinced? Well! Pierre, you can write it according to what I have written."

After saying that, Father Reid stuffed the contract into Pierre's hands.

Pierre stood there stupidly without writing.

"Look! Mr. Michelle recognized what this is, and he knew not to sign it." The old monk mocked: "But what about you two? I don't know anything. I'll sign you if I ask you to sign you. Dusak didn't learn any wisdom, but he inherited all the recklessness."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Angelo's face was full of shame, while Bell's eyes were full of anger.

Monk Reed stopped talking nonsense, tear the contract in half and stuffed it into the hands of the two little Dusaks.
To be continued...