"Your Excellency Loss, in this case, you don't have to worry about any risks... Well, how about it?"

Seeing that Wu Qingchen didn't speak for more than ten seconds, Pastor Paul urged him to ask.

What else can I do?

Wu Qingchen felt a little sick:

I used up all excuses, but the result was extremely troublesome.

The crowds of people on Earth are also fucked:

"Is this endless?"

"You're still good at getting a cheaper one, right?"

"Didn't you prepare a killer weapon when you left Akerry's village? Give this bitch one!"

The key command center of the Staff Corps is even more fucked:

"The extermination of the body is absolutely not feasible! Not to mention the difficulty of execution and the risks afterwards, even if everything goes well, the pastor will be lost to Fort Akford. Isn't this more convenient for the bastard behind Paul to operate?"

"It is not appropriate to ask the Baron for help to plead with love. First of all, the Baron's attitude is very unclear. Secondly, whether it is the earth or the medieval world, once it is linked to power, feelings and trust will become quantifiable data. It will be a little less to use, and it would be a pity to waste it here!"

"From the information we have at present..." A calm voice spoke: "The plan for exchange of positions should be designed and instructed by Pastor Paul, a group leader, and the expression of kindness is very strong. When designing a response plan, the factors that continue to take advantage of the opportunity to strengthen good relationships should be considered... Of course, the difficulty will be a little more."

"Chief, do you need to formulate an emergency awakening plan?" A voice reminded: "Middle-English world two to three days, and two to three hours later on the earth, Mr. Wu Qingchen arrived at Fishgard Parish."

"Well, let's make it first..." A calm voice pondered a little: "However, looking at the political capabilities of the Baron Akford bureaucracy and the group of people behind Pastor Paul, the group of Deacons must not underestimate it, and they should not make hasty decisions... there is still a lot of time."

"But..." The voice of reminder hesitated slightly.

"you say."

"The longer the time, the more time it takes to discuss, but... the more accidents may happen."

"Tsk..." The calm voice paused: "Barons, priests, and deacons are indeed not easy-to-use lamps... However, Mr. Wu Qingchen is no longer a clerk ten days ago."

Yes, the ten-day training on Earth and two-month training in the Middle Ages, Wu Qingchen is definitely no longer a ignorant little citizen.

At least, if it were Wu Qingchen ten days ago, it would never be possible that he could keenly realize the best of Paul's suggestions in just a dozen minutes of conversation. - You should know that this plan for exchange of positions was that Teacher Paul summoned several students to brainstorm and discuss the plan that was formulated in the middle of the night.

In addition, although Wu Qingchen couldn't come up with a complete solution at once, if he delayed a little or interfered with it, Wu Qingchen had already thought of many routines.

"Hissergeant Paul..." Wu Qingchen said, "These are indeed very good, but... you also know that this kind of thing is definitely not my own who can make a decision."

"Yeah." Pastor Paul nodded.

"Of course, I remember everything you said just now." Wu Qingchen said with a smile: "When I deliver the letter, I will tell the Deacon Talma."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work." Pastor Paul continued to nod and waved his head: "Gigel, go and bring the letter from my room."

About three minutes later, Jigel, sweating profusely, ran back, and Wu Qingchen had an extra page of pampered rolls in his hand.

Using the speed reading method taught by the earth, Wu Qingchen quickly browsed the parchment roll, then instructed Antoine to take out a thin rope, tie the parchment roll carefully, and carefully put it on the safest bottom layer of the bag.

Looking at Wu Qingchen's soothing movements and careful arrangements, as if he saw the priest position in Adovi Village waving, Pastor Paul couldn't help but smile.

——Pastor Paul would never have thought that the smile on his face was even more joyful than himself, and was recalling the description of the sender. On the way to Fishgard Parish in a few days, where are the places that are more suitable for this parchment to be accidentally left behind; or how to tamper with three or five words quietly, so that the suggestions and requests that seemed to be mutually beneficial and win-win would be provoked into condescending alms and orders.

"Okay." Pastor Paul and Wu Qingchen breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

At this time, Wu Qingchen had already walked from the "street" into the "mill" and the thin wooden board in his hand, the third picture on it - the inner view of the "mill" - had been completed.

It was also at this time that a guard walked into the mill, as if he had not seen Pastor Paul. The guard saluted directly to Wu Qingchen: "Hisser of Los, your entourage and the inferior people who work today have arrived."

"Okay." Wu Qingchen smiled and replied, "I'll be here soon."

The guard bowed again and left the mill. Wu Qingchen looked at the thin wooden board in his hand and sighed softly.

This was a sigh that had been practicing for hundreds of times, and Pastor Paul couldn't help but feel guilty. If he hadn't been talking about it all the time, Priest Ross would have painted the mill long ago.

"His Excellency Los." Pastor Paul immediately said, "Go and do your serious work. I will help you draw these paintings carefully."

"How can you be so embarrassed?" Wu Qingchen declined a little.

"It should be..." Pastor Paul patted his chest: "I wasted your time."

"Um..." Wu Qingchen pondered for a moment and nodded slowly: "Okay... Actually, drawing these pictures is not just to open my eyes to my neighbors... After all, Teacher Playa hasn't been back to Fort Akford for a long time and I miss it a little."

Ah? It also involves Playa? It involves an equally important member of the plan?

"That's it!" Pastor Paul's eyes became even more eager: "His Excellency Loss, you are such a good student... Just a few paintings, don't worry, I will definitely do it for you!"

"That's so thank you." Wu Qingchen said gratefully: "But, just draw in this way, don't be too troublesome."

"What trouble is this?" Pastor Paul said with a humble opinion, looking at Wu Qingchen instructing Antoine to take out several sketches that had just been drawn on thin wooden boards from his luggage.

It looks like this, right...

While thinking, Pastor Paul took over the sketch.

This is looking at the sketches drawn by Wu Qingchen. However, because he was concerned about the important matters of exchange jobs just now, Pastor Paul thought Wu Qingchen was doing well, but he did not devote much attention. When he looked carefully, he immediately took a breath of cold air.

After receiving nearly ten years of theological education, although Pastor Paul's painting level can only be said to be average, his appreciation level has been cultivated. When Wu Qingchen was painting just now, Pastor Paul only shared a little bit of spirit, so he only felt the significance of Wu Qingchen's special brushwork in saving time. Now he pays attention to it carefully and immediately discovered the outstanding performance of sketching brushwork in light, shadow, proportion, realistic, etc.

It's enough to act so carelessly...

Thinking about Wu Qingchen's request just now and then thinking about his full promise, Pastor Paul couldn't help but feel a little bitter.

"Is Mr. Loss' drawing good?" Jigel responded sharply and asked while walking over, "I remember he seemed to have followed Pastor Praia for less than two months..."

Kevin was relatively silent, but he didn't think much:

"Ah! Is it a lie?"

Could it be that the saints in the saints that Teacher Paul usually talks about, who can learn everything in them at once, are not all deceitful things like what my father said?

"Master! How is this possible?"

"Hmm?" Both students were very suspicious.

"Teacher, what's wrong?"

Due to the direction of civilization development (if the text is not strong, painting will naturally take on part of the inheritance), and the influence of dominating the church, in terms of painting, the medieval world was already closer to reality, and focused on intuitive techniques such as light and shadow, proportion, and perspective.

"No, maybe..." Pastor Paul smiled bitterly, waved his hand and let Giger come over: "For the next days, we will probably all have to stay in the market."

Jigel was quick-thinking and said frankly: "Two months! It's only two months. After praying every day, I only learn to draw, and I can't draw this way, right?"

After carefully looking at the wooden boards handed out by Wu Qingchen, Pastor Paul felt bitter in his heart, but he did not feel that he could not reach the level of these sketches of Wu Qingchen. Of course, it was absolutely impossible to relax.

At this time, Wu Qingchen had already left with the guards. The secret conversation ended, and one of Pastor Paul's students, Kevin, came over: "You have been teaching painting for several years. Brother Jigel and I may be able to help."
Chapter completed!