"Where are you from little brother?"

"Your Excellency, my hometown is from Valli Town. Yes, an inconspicuous town, hundreds of miles away."

"Wali Town? Hehe, what a coincidence, there is also the word "Li" in my name. It seems that we are very close to each other. Well, no wonder I felt very kind when I saw you just now."

"Uh? Your Excellency..."

"Haha, don't be so arrogant. Just call me Zachley. Or Master Klee or something, it sounds more friendly. Well, who else is there in the family?"

...

Not far from the side hall, Tang En briefly observed the young knight leading the way, and then started chatting with a familiar attitude.

And the young knight obviously couldn't resist this kind of kindness and replied somewhat restrainedly: "Master Zakley, I have a sister and an elderly mother at home."

"Then their lives must be very difficult, right? Oh, sorry, I'm a little straightforward. If I don't intend to hurt you, I'll apologize first."

"Uh, it's okay, it's okay..." The young knight quickly stopped Tang En's gesture and apologized, rubbed his hands, "Actually, it's okay. After becoming the Knight of the Temple, I have money to receive every month. Although not much, I basically don't need much money here. It's enough for my mother and sister to send it back."

It has to be said that under the system of royal power and divine power in another world, the gap between ordinary civilians and nobles is still quite large.

It is precisely because of this that if a civilian family has a child with good martial arts talent, they will generally choose to send him to the temple. This will reduce the burden on the family and also give him a chance. As long as the child can pass the training and assessment, he will eventually become a qualified temple knight. Then he can receive salary and make up for the family's financial situation like this young knight.

It is worth mentioning that if a child finds out that he has a magician's physique, it basically means he has achieved success. Of course, the probability is very low, very low, unless the ancestral tomb is smoked... This is not a joke. Although there is no factual basis, most children who awaken the talent of magicians will trace their ancestors for eight generations. Basically, there will be a magician ancestor.

"Oh, so that's it." Tang En nodded after hearing this and sighed, "That's still very hard. I heard that ordinary knights don't receive much money every month..."

"Actually there are quite a lot..."

Waving his hand to interrupt the young knight's rebuttal, Tang En changed his tone, wiped the corners of his eyes, and his voice was a little sad, "To be honest, Mr. Zach, I have been from a poor family since I was a child. The deepest thing I remember is that whenever I want to spend a copper plate, I will guess the front and back first..."

"Uh.Why?"

"The frontal flowers are out, but the backward flowers are not... Hiss... Well, I'm sorry, I'm out of my composure!" Rubbed his eyes, raised his head and took a deep breath, then lowered his head, Tang En grabbed the young knight's shoulders, "From then on, I have never seen anyone suffer the most."

He took out his cuffs, took out a gold ticket with a denomination of 1,000 and stuffed it into the hands of the young knight, "Is this enough for you? Is it enough? Is it enough to tell me again..."

"Uh? No, no..." After seeing clearly that the one-month gold ticket in his hand was holding, the young knight seemed to have grabbed a burnt charcoal and waved his hand in a hurry, and was about to send the gold ticket back, "I can't ask for it, Master Klee, I can't ask for this money! The temple has regulations that clergy cannot accept gifts from believers..."

"Hold it, listen to me... listen to me first!" With his wrists, Tang En looked firm and confused. "Mr. Klee, I am not short of money. The nickname of the great charity in Shanhaicheng is not for nothing. It costs tens of thousands of yuan in a minute. This thousand gold coins are just a few meals for me. But this is different for you. Think of your elderly mother, think of your growing sister..."

When the young knight heard this, his body shook and his arms froze. Tang En continued, "Don't you want to hire a doctor for your elderly mother and have a comprehensive examination of your health? Don't you want to buy her the best clothes and the best food? Don't you want her to think about her daily tight expenses when she is not too long, and you don't have to worry about her for a long time... Think about your sister again, she always wants to get married. Don't you want her to buy a beautiful dress? A decent dowry?"

The young knight looked blank: "But...my sister is only eight years old..."

"Uh? Cough cough... This is not the point. She will always get married, right?" Close the young knight's palm, holding a thousand gold ticket, tightened it, then patted it again, letting it go, Tang En's mouth slightly raised, "Don't think too much. You should know that it is because of the existence of you, the Knights of Light, that the evil heretics in the world dare not do anything wrong. You have paid your blood and even life for this, so you should take this money!"

"We... should, should we take it?" The young knight was a little dazed, and his palm, holding the golden ticket, was bulging and a little ferocious.

I have to say that sometimes, whether it is good or bad, only requires a reason to convince yourself, and you can do it.

"Yes!" Tang En replied with confidence in his tone, and he secretly smacked his lips in his heart. Is his behavior considered a devil's temptation? Tsk tsk, it seems that I am not a good person...

Shaking his head slightly, instantly sweeping away the distracting thoughts in his heart, Tang En said with a smile: "If you still feel a little uncomfortable, um, then do the master a favor. Let's exchange it equally, so you should feel much better."

"Well, Mr. Klee, you said." The young knight asked with a little tempted and a little vigilant.

"Haha, it's actually very simple." Tang En stretched out his arm and pointed around him. "You, Mr. Klee, is a believer, but I am ashamed that I don't come here many times. Now I have a rare time to come here, so I want to walk around and take a look and find someone to introduce the temple building to me. This fulfills my dream of coming this time."

"That's all?" The young knight suddenly sighed and felt relieved when he heard this. He bowed and said, "As long as you don't think I'm stupid, I'm willing to accompany you and introduce you to the situation in the temple."

Ha, it's done! Tang Enlai's purpose is to secretly record evidence, but now he is a newcomer, so he naturally has no idea about the hiding place. And if someone familiar with this introduces it on his behalf, it will undoubtedly help him quickly lock in the target range.

He laughed and shook his head, "Haha, of course not, I like honest people. Let's go, let's go now, I can't wait!"

"As you wish, Mr. Klee..."

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Just when Tang En successfully lured honest people, the temple closed a secret room. A small meeting between several high-level officials of the Northern Temple also officially began.

"This problem must be solved, and Xia Weian must be punished!" At the beginning of the meeting, Byron, who was wrapped in a blood-injured cloth on his forehead, took the lead in setting the tone and showing anger. "What right does she have to hurt my people at will? What right does she have to kill the senior executives of the Bounty Hunter Guild? Moreover, she wants to kill me, everyone, she wants to kill me today..."

"Ahem, Bishop Byron, calm down, please control your emotions." An old man, who was also wearing a dark red robe and had a foot of white beard, said helplessly.

"I can't calm down. You didn't see her today, and she was arrogant. If it weren't for someone watching her, she would have dared to kill me today!"

"Biden Byron, this is too exaggerated. How could she kill you..." After a pause, the old man with white beard rubbed his eyebrows, "And, in fact, she just killed two people from the Bounty Hunter Guild today. Not to mention that our rights are not enough to test the pressure on the Knight Hall, and even if we do it, with her past contributions, no one will do anything to her."

Byron was furious when he heard this: "What does this mean? Will she be punished if I was killed?"

The secret room was silent, and five or six bishops were silent when they heard this.

To a certain extent, this also acknowledged Byron's words - you said that Xia Wei'an wanted to kill you, but you are standing here so well. The only injured part on your body is because you can't react and your head is hit by the collapsed wall... How do you ask everyone to punish Xia Wei'an, who has made outstanding contributions?
Chapter completed!