"Well……"

Hearing the deacon’s question, Lohalin raised his gaze a little and looked at the teacher’s expression.

There was no clue on the deacon's face, and he gently raised his chin and signaled Lohalin to say quickly.

"I thought about two scales after receiving a letter from Brother John..."

Recalling a little and organizing the language, Lohalin spoke: "Except for what you said just now, be careful of other people in the parish reaching out, remember to determine the age of Los/More... Also, after the lord commons have moved the honeycombs, it is best to leave it to Los/More as well, and then..."

"Wait..." Deacon Talma interrupted: "The free and civilian movement of honeycombs is also handed over to that child? Why?"

"When Brother John gets the magical title, let Los/More serve as the presidency of the church. This is indeed good for everyone, but first of all, Los/More must do it himself... After all, although Los/More is quite capable, in the past, as long as he had the skills, the free people would have to please him; the same is true for moving honeycombs to the lord's commons. All are the land of the master. Even if the villagers envy him, they will not have any trouble..."

"But it's different to move honeycombs to free people..." Pastor Lohalin gestured on the table: "Although Eker's village is surrounded by forests, the village itself is quite large... After the lord's commons have moved honeycombs, there are indeed some honeycombs left, but it is absolutely impossible to fill the entire village's share... At that time, it will definitely not be easy to allocate the free people to..."

"Well..." Deacon Tamar nodded slowly.

"Even wherever you put the honeycomb is a big trouble..." Lohalin pointed to the table again, a few straws of wheat that doubled the seeds of buckwheat, and a small bundle of straw that were much shabby beside him: "Who doesn't want the honeycomb to stand up next to his own land and harvest several times the seeds?"

"Well..." Deacon Talma nodded even more.

Before becoming a deacon in the parish, Talma had presided over the church for many years. He knew very well that when he was in the village, the most troublesome and troublesome thing was that these petty and inferior people presided over justice.

A bundle of grass, a few pieces of firewood, and even a soak of livestock manure can make these bastards blazing in their eyes and curse. Many times, they will even beat each other directly in the church and make them bleeding.

And the next honeycomb, a treasure that can directly increase a family's grain output by half to several times. How much will these inferior people compete for?

Just thinking about it, Deacon Talma shivered.

"So troublesome, such a difficult thing..." Lohalin continued: "If Los/More can do it well, then everything will be easy. There will definitely be no problem with the acting presidency of the church. No one doubts about Los/More's ability anymore... But if Los/More can't do it well, something goes wrong..."

"It can't be done well, it can't be said..." Deacon Talma couldn't help but shook his head: "It's so difficult! Not to mention a child born from a free citizen, even Praia... No, even me, I can't guarantee that there will be no problem."

"Teacher, you are too modest..."

Lohalin gave him flattery in time and continued: "Brother John must understand the difficulties here. He likes this child so much, and of course he will teach Ross how to deal with it..."

"Even if you add Praia, it's still very difficult." Deacon Talma continued to shake his head: "It's very difficult, very difficult."

"Is it difficult? Is it done well? What is a mistake..."

Speaking of these, Lohalin smiled slightly: "Aren't you helping with these... When the harvest comes, as long as the tithes are half more than before, the serfs and the free people will only die for twenty or thirty people. Even if Los/More does a good job..."

"Well, that's it..."

After several rounds and thinking for a long time, the Deacon Talma slowly said, "Los/More is still young after all, and has only studied with Playa for such a little time... Well, Los/More is still a person from Akerri village. You should think more about the familiar villagers... In this way, in the first year, just help him more... At that time, less serfs and free people die, try not to exceed ten... However, the tithes can be looser, and you only need to pay the normal amount, and don't owe it as much as in previous years. Even if Los/More does a good job, you can start acting as an agent..."

"Teacher, you are so kind."

This is definitely not a flattery, but a sincere admiration. Pastor Lohalin is quite clear that the deacon who considers the Lambs is the only one of his own teachers in the entire parish.

"Okay, OK..." The kindness of the deacon Talma was obviously natural, not for vanity. He waved his hand lightly: "What else? What else did you say to Playa?"

"And... I also advised Brother John that since he wants Los/More to be his student, he should hurry up, no... he should accept Los/More immediately. I will try my best to urge the parish to arrange the ceremony and witness as soon as possible..."

"Oh? Why is this?"

"For the sake of legitimate achievements! Calculate the time, the lords have moved their honeycombs, which is what happened in the past few days... If the people in the parish slowly arrange the worship and witness, it will take at least half a month... half a month! The matter of moving honeycombs in the free folk land has already begun, and maybe someone will find fault again..."

"Uh...so...I think about it..."

As he said that, Deacon Talma raised his head slightly, thought for a long time before slowly shook his head and said, "Lohalin, you made a mistake in this matter."

"Why?" Lohalin didn't understand very much.

"No need to urge you to watch or testify."

"But..." Lohalin asked in confusion: "Teacher, if you don't make sure it is early, then the group of people in the parish..."

"I know, I know..." Deacon Talma continued to shake his head: "I said that Los/More should not be a student of Playa now."

"Ah! Teacher, are you worried that someone is too greedy and makes trouble while watching the ceremony and witnessing the ceremony?" Lohalin didn't understand even more: "But... if you don't accept Los/More as a student now, when the harvest comes, those greedy people will definitely be even more jealous... Moreover, you will go directly from the students to the acting presidency of the church, this... there is no precedent? In this case..."

"No, no, no... listen to me... wait a moment... listen!"

Deacon Talma raised his hand repeatedly, and finally interrupted the series of words that Lohalin quickly said in eagerness.

He motioned to Lohalin to sit down first, and the Deacon Talma sat down slowly: "Lohalin, you think too complicated about the parish, and you think too little about the things outside the parish..."

"Uh..." Lohalin looked at the teacher in confusion.

"You are very anxious because there are probably people in the parish who will covet the increase in honeycomb production... But have you thought about it? There are people in the village of Akerri even more annoyed that we took advantage of the increase in honeycomb production..."

"Ah!" Lohalin called out: "Baron! Baron Akford!"

"Look, I understand..."

The deacon Talma smiled bitterly and said, "No matter how powerful you are, no matter how fast you are, can you run to the past and run before the first honeycomb of Los/More moves the lord's common ground?"

"This..." Thinking of the place he ignored, Lohalin was speechless.

"Look... Praia's letter said..." Deacon Talma spread out the parchment and said, "After receiving the appointment of his uncle, Los/More became the new cowherd in Aicre's village. He worked harder and led the police officers deep into the forest to find herbs, but were eventually blocked by the honeycomb... Los/More, led the cowherd helpers and the serfs in the lord's livestock shed to move the honeycomb to the land, and in a few days..."

"See it!" A white line was drawn under these lines in the roll with his fingernails. Deacon Talma said, "When he first moved the honeycomb, Los/More had just been appointed as a cowherd by the Baron; he found the honeycomb to find herbs for the injured ox; the person who helped Los/More was also the cowherd helper sent by the Baron, and well, there were also the serfs in the lord's cattle shed... Look, what's in this, and which one is not the captain and property of the Baron Akford?"

"This...this...god!" Lohalin was stunned: "Baron Akford! What should I do?"

"Actually nothing..." Deacon Talma smiled slightly: "At least, the first three honeycombs are indeed the rewards from Playa to Los/More. In addition, Akford should be very clear that without Playa's care, Los/More would not be full. Without Playa's support, the injured oxen in Akrey's village is still wailing in the mud bar... However, in order to help Akford convince his foolish relatives and managers in the castle, we must find a reason for him."

"Hmm?" It involves a deeper game, and Lohalin's head is obviously not enough.

"Everyone can see the tithes and witnesses in a hurry, and make Los/More a student of Playa. Our goal is to tithe after the harvest..."

"This, this...uh..."

After thinking about it for a moment, Lohalin had to admit that the teacher said it was quite correct.

But……

Now I won't accept Los/More as a student...

After the harvest, seeing the harvest, the silly relatives and managers on the Baron's side became even more troublesome, right?

"What should we do? In this case... Whether it is now or when it is time to harvest Los/More as students, it will be difficult for us to receive more tithes, right?" Lohalin felt a headache.

"Huh? Why can't it? Whether it's curing oxen or moving honeycombs, these are all the skills of the church!"

"ah?"

"Don't you know? This is why Playa cannot accept Los/More as a student now... How could it be that it is possible to accept it as a student until now? Los/More has long been a student of the church!"

Speaking seriously, Deacon Talma raised his head: "As early as three years ago, when Playa arrived in Akerri Village, he had already taken Los/More as a student."

"Ah!" Lohalin's eyes widened.

"Otherwise... in just one or two months, how could Los/More learn to cure oxen in such a short time... "Well..." Spreading out the parchment roll again, Deacon Talma said: "...and mathematics, holy words, sundials, paintings, and moving honeycombs... in just one or two months, I have learned so much, is this possible?"

"Well...this is indeed a bit strange..."

This was long ago the doubt in Lohalin's heart.

"So!" said Deacon Talma: "These knowledge are the results of Playa's slow teaching of Los/More over the past few years!"

"God! Is that true?"

Suddenly hearing such past events, Lohalin's eyes widened.

After a while of surprise, Lohalin suddenly thought of another question: "But... in this case... Baron Akford... uh, will the Baron's relatives and manager believe?"

"Well, of course they will doubt...but it doesn't matter!" Deacon Talma slapped the table hard: "We have evidence! Three years ago, the letter written by Playa, three years ago, the letter requested to accept Los/More as a student, and I still accept it!"

"Oh my God!" Lohalin was even more surprised!

"Yes! That's it! Um... wait..."

As he said that, Deacon Talma left the room.

About ten minutes later, the Deacon Talma came back. He held a parchment roll in his left hand and a basket in his right hand, which contained ink, dye, knife and other tools for writing letters.

"This...this is..." Lohalin blinked vigorously.

This is obviously fresh little lamb leather, not at all like a letter from three years ago!

"Lohalin, there are some craftsmanships, it's time to teach you..."

Seeing Lohalin's extremely suspicious eyes, Talma Deacon waved his hand and signaled Lohalin to be calm.

Next, put the small basket on the table. The Taalma deacon skillfully scraped off the handwriting on the roll, then used his teeth to bite out one tooth mark after another on the edge. Then he threw the roll on the ground, trampled it hard for several minutes, picked it up, threw it into the altar dedicated on the table and soaked for a short while, and finally roasted it with the flame of the rush to create black marks after another.

After completing this series of steps and spreading this tortured sheepskin roll onto the table, Deacon Talma nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, next, there is only the content of the letter Praya written... Well, like Praya, you are not writing badly. This letter from three years ago will be handed over to you..."
Chapter completed!