Deacon Talma's oral narration, the poorly written Pastor Lohalin held the pen. About an hour, a letter written by Playa to the teacher was freshly released three years ago.

After cleaning the surface of the roll a little, and then quietly waiting for the dye to dry, Deacon Talma began to use another process to continue to ravage the poor roll.

After more than ten minutes, looking at the corners of the table, the surface was dirty, the handwriting faded... all kinds of desolate and indescribable parchment rolls, the corners of Pastor Lohalin's mouth twitched slightly.

If I hadn't been standing next to me and seeing the entire production process in full, Lohalin felt that not to mention the foolish relatives and managers in Akford Castle could not tell the truth or falsehood, even myself, he might have thought that this was indeed a letter from a few years ago.

"Um... not good, not good..."

Pastor Lohalin felt that he was already eye-opening, but Deacon Talma was not very satisfied. "...I haven't worked this for a long time, and the time for dipping seems to be a little short... Well, these places are not very similar to..."

“Huh? Is there any?”

Looking down the place where Deacon Talma looked, Pastor Lohalin looked left and right and could not see that there was no place that "don't look very similar": "No, this is already very similar... At least, no one can recognize the Baron of Akford!"

"Be careful!" Deacon Talma shook his head slowly: "After all, the benefit of honeycomb is not only increasing the tithes for one year or two years. After a few years, the number is too large. Maybe someone will come out to find fault..."

"Well, no, really not!"

After reading the processed parchment several times, Deacon Talma made a decision: "It seems that this letter must be handed over to the person who is good at it..."

"Ah? Are there anyone better at it? Who?" Lohalin was very surprised. There were very few people in the entire parish, age, qualifications, and secrets that they knew better than the Talma deacon. Lohalin was very curious about who had better skills than the Talma deacon.

"Of course, there are several people in the parish who are better than me..."

Deacon Talma carefully put away the parchment, "But, to say what he is best at, of course, the priest."

"Ah! Priest!" Lohalin whispered: "Teacher, are you going to hand this letter to the Priest?"

"Yes..." Deacon Talma nodded for granted: "I'll just rest assured if I leave it to him."

"But, in this case..." Lohalin said anxiously: "Didn't the priest know all the things we discussed?"

"Yes!" asked the Deacon Talma, "What's wrong? What's the matter?"

"This...this..." Pointing to the parchment roll in the hand of the Deacon Talma, Pastor Lohalin was speechless: "Is it okay to accept students three years in advance, and to directly turn Los/More into 16 years old?"

"Oh, what are you worried about?"

Deacon Talma laughed: "Even if the priest does not need the help of the deal, this letter will still be handed over to him for a review."

"Why?" Lohalin felt that he had refreshed too many views on this day.

"If it's something else... Well, just like when you went out with me a few months ago, you had a good luck on the road. I got a few more cows. Since only we know about this kind of small matter, of course, there is no need for the priest to worry too much..."

To give a casual example, Deacon Talma shook the parchment in his hand and continued: "But this is different... What are the benefits of Los/More becoming a student of Playa three years in advance?"

"The benefits..." Lohalin hesitated and replied: "It would be more convenient to act as an agent to preside over the church in Akerry's village?"

"Then what?"

"The rest of the parish cannot take advantage of Brother John."

"What else?"

"Brother John can give you more gifts."

"Yes, I'll give you more gifts..." Deacon Talma smiled bitterly and shook his head: "What else?"

"Is there any...?"

"Of course there are!" asked the Deacon Talma: "No matter how many gifts we get, is there more tithes in the village of Aker?"

"Of course not." Lohalin answered honestly.

"That's all!" said the deacon Talma: "If Los/More becomes a student of Playa three years in advance, the parish can charge extra tithes more smoothly. If Los/More cannot become a student in advance, then let the parish compete with Baron Akford by itself!"

"Well!"

You can also play like this...

Lohalin opened his mouth wide.

"The extra tithes are in front of you..." Deacon Talma continued: "You guess, will the priest agree or disagree with letting Los/More become a student of Playa three years in advance?"

"Of course I will agree! So that's it..." Lohalin sighed: "No wonder you said you must hand the letter to the priest for your review..."

"No, it's not just a look."

Deacon Talma shook his head: "If you have a letter, of course you have to reply. This reply from three years ago will have to trouble the priest to do it yourself."

"Yes, you can also add a parish seal!"

After understanding the reason, Lohalin took the opportunity to take action: "In this way, no one can use this to cause trouble for us in the future."

“Yes, that’s it.”

The student thought of relieving his worries so quickly, and Deacon Talma was a little relieved, "There is no need for trouble, you can get less."

"By the way, that's the case..." Lohalin remembered another thing: "Since the parish would approve it anyway, there is no need to let John call Los/More suddenly become 16 years old..."

"No, it's never a mistake to be careful..." said the Deacon Talma: "Let Ross/More remember it. A little bit of trouble can make the record more realistic... Let them deal with it themselves, maybe it will be useful in the future?"

"It's useful? What's the use of this?"

"Who knows?" Deacon Talma shrugged: "The parish is of no use... But maybe, one day the church is about to appoint Los/More as priests? Then, we have to check the previous records?"

"Ha...Prince!" Lohalin laughed.

"Prince..."

Free people, priests.

Thinking about the gap like a chasm between the two, Deacon Talma also smiled: "Okay, let's do it, I'm going to find the real priest... By the way, you try to move the honeycombs, arrange more reliable personnel, be careful, and guard..."

"Okay, teacher!"

Speaking of such an important thing, Lohalin nodded seriously: "I will pay attention."

"in addition……"

Speaking of this, the deacon Talma had already walked to the door: "Tonight, I should have talked with the priest for a long time. You go to the stables and ask them to cook the 'long legs'. Early tomorrow morning, I will send both reply letters to Akerry's village."

"Long legs?" Lohalin was surprised: "The long legs are war horses? Are they used to deliver letters? So anxious?"

"It's not the reason for whether it's urgent or not..." Deacon Talma turned around, "When the autumn harvest comes, Playa will have magical qualities, and you have to come to the parish often. The parish is not as comfortable as the village... After leaving for several years, Playa needs to practice his riding skills and maces..."

"Okay, I get it." Lohalin nodded.

"Um...and..." Deacon Talma raised his head: "By the way, take care of the 'long ears' too."

"Long ears?" asked Lohalin, "Is it the 'long ears'? That's still a pony!"

"Yes." Deacon Talma confirmed: "It's that one, the one who treats plowing oxen, and the achievements of moving honeycombs, is limited to origin, age, and qualifications... Hell, why is this guy so young? Anyway, the parish cannot give Los/More too much benefits at once, but I believe the priest will still be willing to do it if he is a pony... After all, he will be the one who will act as a presidency in the future. How can a great priest not have superb riding skills and superb combat skills?"

"Yes." Lohalin agreed deeply: "Or what if I go to the warehouse in the parish and find two more maces for Brother John and Lore/More?"

"etc……"

Deacon Talma recalled: "Look for three, I remember that Playa had a student, who seemed to be the second son of the Lekan family... Yes, he was called Andre... Find three maces, one big and two small."

"Where is the horse?"

"The horse... the horse's words..." Deacon Talma was a little distressed: "I can't decide this now. I guess the priest will be in a difficult situation. Let's just have two horses for the time being... Don't worry, after a while, these will be easy to say."

"It's easy to talk about after a while?"

"Yes...buckwheat is doubled in seeds!"

Putting his hand on the door, Deacon Talma said heavily: "Double the seeds! As long as this is confirmed, whether it is the priest or the others in the parish, what else will you be reluctant to leave?"

"How long did the parish take and how many people died before half of the land..."

Before opening the door and leaving soon, Deacon Talma said with some emotion: "As long as you try to move the honeycomb, it will have half the effect of Aicre Village. At that time, let alone the benefits of Playa and Los/More... Even if you are, you should soon find that there are so many people in the parish who like you..."

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Almost the same time.

Baron Akford.

Akford Castle.

"grown ups……"

Hunchback, bent over, grey-haired general tube slowly walked into the room of Giltas/Rastabad/Akford: "This is delivered by Ekerry Village."

“Um…”

There must be something worth paying attention to when the manager can send it into the room. Although the manager only held a few buckwheat poles in his hand, the Baron was still cheered up.

A few seconds later.

"Hey! This...what's going on?"

Looking at the buckwheat stems with twice as many wheat seeds, twice as many wheat seeds, half as many wheat seeds, and 30% as many wheat seeds, the Baron shouted out loudly.

"This is a letter from Playa to you."

The hunched man, the main man bowed down and placed a parchment in front of the Baron.

Two minutes later, the Baron suddenly stood up: "God!"

About ten minutes.
To be continued...