I Am A Priest In The Otherworld

Gallo stood outside the door, listening to the tax official saying all kinds of sordid and nasty things to the dark elf, and he couldn't help but frown.

This man is really... disgusting, right?

That's a 300-year-old grandmother, can this be said?

But he soon heard the shopkeeper Bart say from the side:

"My lord, why are you free today?"

"Of course I came to check your accounts to see if there is any tax evasion."

The tax officer replied arrogantly.

"Huh? But, didn't you just check it last week?"

"Last week is last week, this week is this week, don't you guys do business this week?"

"But... the next tax filing has to wait until next month, right?"

"Why are you so much nonsense, I have to check if I want to check it! Please get out the account books soon!"

Hearing such a conversation, Gallo didn't rush to leave, but waited a while before returning to the store.

"Huh? You haven't left yet?"

The Dark Elf asked in surprise.

Gallo sorted out the language a bit, and asked as gently as possible:

"You guys... don't you often do tax evasion?"

Goddess Miya once said: Devotees should retain self-discipline, must not abuse their power, and do not do unrighteous things, which means that the magical arts cannot be used indiscriminately, let alone help the abuser and the tiger.

So he has to make sure if this shop is the kind of illegal vendor.

Hearing his question, the dark elf suddenly showed a dumbfounded expression and said softly:

"If the owner is that kind of person, we wouldn't be like this now..."

Gallo thought for a while, his face gradually became serious, and he continued to ask in a low voice:

"That means..."

"This store depends on tax evasion to achieve what it is today?"

"What are you thinking about?!"

The dark elf said, grabbing his cheek, showing him a grinning expression, as if teaching a child, then said:

"I mean, if someone like the owner of the store would evade tax, our store would have been more than this size!"

"So that's the case, it seems that I misunderstood, so I will be relieved."

Gallo nodded repeatedly, and he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

The dark elf continued to ask:

"So why did you have that strange idea just now?"

"Because I think our shop looks pretty good."

Gallo answered very seriously.

'Shining Sword' is placed on Victor Street and can only barely be called a mid-range store. The business is more prosperous than it, and there are many more famous stores. That's why the owner values ​​the city defense army so much. Orders.

But compared to the Miya sect, the ‘Shining Sword’ is still much stronger, which made Gallo misunderstand.

Gallo asked again:

"Then the fat tax officer?"

"Oh~ Since we planned to bid for the business of the city defense army, he has often appeared..."

"And it's not just the tax officer, but also the fire department, the sheriff...Anyway, these rare adults have become regular customers in the store, and they are all villains..."

Hearing this, Gallo probably understood the reason.

This is someone who wants to make trouble!

Although this kind of thing used to have nothing to do with me, it is different now...

I just pointed to this income and went to rent a new church.

These people are hindering their faith!

I just want to believe in the goddess, why do you bother me?

So he lowered his voice and asked:

"Do you know who made them come?"

The dark elf shook his head, "How can we know this kind of thing?"

"I don't know? That would be a little troublesome..."

Gallo whispered.

If you can’t find the main ambassador behind the scenes, then you can only help the abused doglegs to confess their sins...

This may take several nights, and the old bishop's divination has to be troublesome several times. It is not troublesome, but really troublesome.

The dark elf couldn't hear Gallo's heart, thinking he was worried about the business situation of the store, and quickly reached out and patted his head, with a gentle smile on his face, as if comforting a child, he said softly:

"It's okay, don't worry, the store manager can handle it."

While the two were chatting, the pot-bellied tax officer walked down from the second floor, still arrogantly saying to the owner:

"Humph~ Although nothing was found this time, I will come next week!"

The shopkeeper's face could not help but become ugly, but he reluctantly replied:

"You are welcome at any time."

As the tax official said, he paced slowly to the dark elf, wanting to get close to it.

As a result, he saw a young boy beside this beautiful woman. Although he looked like a poor pastor, his temperament was gentle, sunny and cheerful, and his appearance was much better than himself.

So he snorted very uncomfortably and said:

"In this shop, is there anything that the pastor can use?"

The dark elf and the shopkeeper wanted to explain a few words, but Gallo spoke first:

"No no, there is no weapon for me here."

"Hmph, if you want to buy a staff, the one next door is a good one. The price is cheap and it is more suitable for you."

The tax officer sneered.

While Gallo laughed only to accompany him and replied:

"Thank you for your recommendation, but I don't like wands or anything..."

"I prefer meteor hammer, flail, or skullcracker. Do you know where to buy it?"

The tax officer was stunned for a while before frowning and cursing:

"Are you sick?"

"Yes, yes, you say yes, yes."

Gallo replied only innocently, and quickly stepped aside, squinted his eyes slightly, smiled kindly at the fat tax officer, and silently noted his appearance.

The tax officer couldn't help but slapped wittily, feeling uncomfortable, like a toad being stared at by a poisonous snake, his spine was chilling, and his heartbeat couldn't help speeding up a bit.

But he couldn't tell what was wrong. How kind and respectful the young pastor’s smile looked, he looked like a standard Vignette, no different from the **** he met on weekdays, so he couldn’t pick out anything. wrong...

Probably that little fairy was too boring last night, so I didn’t sleep well...

The tax officer thought to himself, didn't stay in the weapon shop for a long time, and left quickly.

After he left, the shopkeeper hurriedly comforted Gallo:

"It's okay, he is just a routine inspection. Fortunately, our shop has always been abiding by the rules and regulations. Even the most picky people can't find anything wrong... Besides, Sir Donald is helping us..."

"Don't worry, you go back and rest quickly, recharge your energy, and you will be busy a week later."

"Ok, I see."

Gallo nodded, and then returned to the church in the donkey cart.