Deacon Talma was also extremely careful to take the buckwheat pole handed over by the student.

Just with the few rushes lit on the table, the deacon Talma saw that the white flowers at the top of the buckwheat rod had fallen, and the buds below began to wither, but these did not damage its beauty. Under the buds, one after another, the dense buckwheat seeds seemed to be shining under the candlelight.

“It’s really so many”

The voice of the deacon Talma was filled with admiration: "At least twice as much wheat than usual!"

"When I first came here, there were more than this." Lohalin reminded in time.

"good"

Looking at the bare tops and withered buds, Deacon Talma nodded: "There should have been a little lost on the road. In this way, it is indeed as Praia said, three times more than usual buckwheat, or even more are here?"

"No, these are the most popular ones." Lohalin shook his head, "There are some ordinary ones."

As he said that, Lohalin turned around and pulled out a small bundle of buckwheat poles from another crack in the wall.

After taking these "ordinary" buckwheat poles into his hands, the Deacon Talma looked at them quite carefully: "These are all very good, half more than the usual buckwheat."

"These buckwheats should have fallen more on the way," said Lohalin.

"Yes, that's right!"

Once again unfolded the parchment in his hand, the deacon Talma said, "The family closest to the honeycomb has two or three times more buckwheat seeds; the family farther away will double; the family farther away will also have half more; it will gradually become smaller, until it encounters a turn, or is really far away, and the place is the same as before."

As he chanted this passage with his eyes shining, the voice of the Deacon Talma became louder and louder: "Okay, okay, great!" He stood up excitedly while admiring, "This time, there will be no problem with the tithes in the parish! There will be no problem with the gods of Praia! How can you move? What do you say to the priest?"

"I have arranged to move a few of them if you have honeycombs," Lohalin stuttered: "I haven't read the priest's words yet."

"Huh?" Deacon Talma frowned slightly: "This is a good thing! Even if I haven't come back, I can show it to the priest first."

"But" Lohalin still hesitated.

Lohalin's repeated stammers reminded the Deacon Talma of the situation when he just returned to the castle and talked to Lohalin next to the door opening.

"What's wrong?" After pondering for a few seconds, Deacon Talma asked: "Does Praia have any ideas? Yes, the benefits of double seeds from buckwheat are really too few if it's just a magical product, but now the situation in the parish."

"No, no," Lohalin shook his head quickly: "How could Brother John make you embarrassed, but he is really too careless to write a letter and can't see clearly."

"Um"

The students' tactful reminder reminded Deacon Talta that he was too excited just now. Before he finished reading the letter from Playa, he had already attracted all his attention by the buckwheat pole.

He quickly unfolded the letter again.

"In order to move more honeycombs before the flowering period ends, we directly used one hundred honeycombs of the Baron Lord. I have asked my father to guarantee it. This is a reminder to do it quickly."

"The way to move honeycombs is already delivered with the letter." Deacon Talma turned his head and Lohalin pointed to the few wooden boards in the corner of the wall.

"The idea of ​​moving honeycombs is to propose the method of moving honeycombs by cowherd Los/More, and to find out the matter of moving honeycombs by cowherd Los/More, and to preside over the cowherd Los/More."

"Huh, Cowherd, Los/More" The name I saw several times in a row, Talma Deacon felt familiar: "It seems that Los/More, have you heard of it before?"

"Yes." Lohalin nodded: "Last time, Brother John sent him a cow treatment method, and there was also help from Los/More."

"Oh! It's him, that smart child." Talma remembered: "It seems that the master favored him again."

"Yes." Lohalin nodded again: "Brother John, I like this kid very much."

"I like it very much, too." Deacon Talma smiled and continued to look down at the parchment: "Los/More, faith is pious, worships the master, has done a lot for the church, and has helped a lot. I hope to accept this child as a student, Hey, accept this child as a student."

Holding the parchment roll, Deacon Talma frowned slightly.

"Carry this child as a student"

After walking back and forth for a few steps, Deacon Talma asked, “It is because of this that you did not hand the letter to the priest?”

"Yes." Lohalin nodded.

"Um"

Frowning, Deacon Talma continued to pace. After thinking for a while, Talma was a little confused: "Speaking of all, there is no big problem in what Playa wants. Well, Los/More is indeed not the son of a gentleman. However, the method of curing cattle, plus the dedication of a student by moving honeycombs, isn't it too much? Well, Lohalin, what do you think?"

"There is nothing in the name of a student," Lohalin said slowly: "But I'm worried about this part of the parish."

"What's wrong with the parish?" Deacon Talma even less understood: "It's just a student, there's Praia, there's you, I agree, um." Pointing to the buckwheat poles on the table and the wooden boards in the corner of the wall: "There are buckwheat that doubles the seeds, and how to move honeycombs, who will not be able to get along with these?"

"No, no, no," Lohalin shook his head quickly: "Teacher, I'm not saying that I can't give Los/More a student's name. What I think is that just the name of the student is too few."

"Huh? Too little? Why?"

"Teacher, you said just now, with these things," he also pointed to the buckwheat poles and wooden boards. Lohalin said: "Brother John's magical product must be fine. At that time, my brother will be qualified to discuss the parish and must come to the parish frequently."

"ah!"

A flash of inspiration flashed through his mind, and Deacon Talma's footsteps suddenly stopped.

"If it were before," Lohalin continued to say: "Or when the ox was just injured, it was nothing. Anyway, there were many things in Akerry's village, and the tithing taxes were short of every year. It was not a good location, and no one would think of it. But now, "Lohalin pointed at the buckwheat poles and wooden boards again: "With these, someone in the parish will definitely remember it: Oh, Pastor Praia already has a magical quality? Oh, Pastor Praia is going to run to the parish every few days? Oh, that's a problem. In this case, isn't there often no pastor in Akerry's village?"

"Well, this is really a trouble." Deacon Talma nodded repeatedly. When he saw the benefits, his colleagues in the parish would have any thoughts. Deacon Talma was very clear about what he knew.

"Teacher" Lohalin said emotionally: "Acre Village is the village where you finally got it from the parish to Brother John. Now it's hard to get the tithes." Seeing the teacher's eyes floating towards the buckwheat poles and wooden boards for the third time, Lohalin quickly changed his words: "Well, you can still gain a little bit, but, but there were still many deficiencies in the past!"

"Well, John had a hard time in the past few years." Deacon Talma sighed a little.

"Yes!" With the recognition of the teacher, Lohalin was more confident: "Brother John filled the deficit and had a surplus, so he could give it to us, uh, so he could give it to the teacher, and uh, and for the church, and for the parish, how can others take advantage of Brother John?"

"What does it mean to take advantage? The wishes of the worship master in the parish are the same!"

Having habitually reminded students to pay attention to their words, Deacon Talma paused and said, "However, what you said is not without reason. Playa is a focused child. The church he presided over is not busy. If there is another guy who causes trouble, it will be very troublesome."

Interest disputes within the parish and the transfer of interests between teachers and students are indeed a very complicated problem.

It is naturally not allowed to let other pastors and deacons in the parish squeeze out their own interests.

But after Praia obtained the magical title, she did have trouble with increasing affairs. If she asked Lohalin or other students to "help", it would be too easy to cause suspicion and internal strife, and then it would be more than worth the money.

After thinking for a moment, Deacon Talma looked at Lohalin: "So, you think of Los/More?"

"Yes," Lohalin replied: "Los/More's great dedication is enough to receive higher praise. Besides, if only one student is the name of a student, I'm afraid that Brother John will not be able to help too much."

"You mean" Deacon Talma began to pace again: "When Praia gets the gods, let Los/More preside over the church?"

Lohalin nodded.

"Well" After pondering for a long time, Deacon Talma said: "The students he taught and acting on his own church can indeed make Playa feel more at ease."

Lohalin noticed keenly that when the teacher called Los/More, he had already used the words "student" and "agent".

Lohalin smiled on his face: "Yes, that's how Brother John is!"

"But" after careful consideration, Deacon Talma was still a little doubtful: "Los/More, it seems to be a little guy, right?"

"How could that happen?" Lohalin shook his head repeatedly: "It is impossible to come up with a way to treat oxen, cure oxen in the whole village, take cowherds to help the commons, and lead serfs to move so many honeycombs and so capable children, so it is not too young!"

“That’s true”

Talma nodded slowly.

Looking at the deep desire on Lohalin's face, Talma suddenly felt a little pity.

In a blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed.

When I first saw it, Lohalin, who was only as tall as his waist, had grown up completely.

After following me for so many years, Lohalin either stayed in the castle all day or fought with him. He had almost no other income except for occasionally grabbing some bloody farm tools.

How difficult is the dilemma of empty hands? Deacon Talma quite understands.

After Lohalin's harvest, he finally had a desire to give back to himself in this series, and Deacon Talma also understood how much he wanted to give back to him.

"Okay, you can try it." Deacon Talma finally softened his heart, he nodded: "A little bit of age difference is not a big deal. But you must tell Playa, let Rose/More, let that little guy remember that he is at least 16 years old!"

"Of course!" Lohalin's face instantly showed joy: "I've told him!".

"Oh?" Deacon Talma paused slightly, and then continued to look through the parchment.

The following content was all about routine thanks and wishes, and nothing important was left. I saw the end of the parchment roll. Looking at the signature and date, Talma turned his head: "It turns out that this letter arrived two days ago."

"Yes." Lohalin nodded quickly: "You just rushed to the reclamation site to pursue the thieves. This letter came to this matter and was so urgent, I'll do it."

"Okay, I know"

After putting away the parchment, Deacon Talma smiled bitterly: "It seems that you have written all the letters we just said to Playa?"

"Yes," Lohalin lowered his head: "But I'm just writing a suggestion. If something is wrong, please write another letter to Brother John."
Chapter completed!