Kidnapping All Mankind

Deacon Talmar dictated that Rev. Loharin, who had poor writing skills, wrote. About an hour later, a letter from Praia to the teacher three years ago was freshly published.

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

Ten minutes later, looking at the corners of the table, the hair was shaved, the surface was dirty, and the writing was fading ... Various bleak sheepskin rolls, Rev. Roharin's mouth twitched slightly.

If he had n’t stood there all the time and saw the entire production process, Lohalin felt, let alone the fools ’relatives and stewards in Ackerford Castle could n’t tell the truth, even if he himself, he would probably feel This is indeed a letter from a few years ago.

"Hmm ... bad, bad ..."

Rev. Lohalin felt that he was an eye-opener, but Deacon Talma was not too satisfied. "... I haven't done this in a long time. The dipping time seems a bit shorter ... Oh, these places are also burning Not quite like ... "

"Hmm? Is there?"

Looking down at the place inspected by Deacon Talma, Rev. Lohalin looked left and right, but he couldn't see what was "not very similar": "No, it's very similar ... at least, Akefor Baron de Germany, no one can recognize it! "

"Be careful!" Deacon Talma slowly shook his head: "After all, the benefits of honeycomb are not just a tithing tax increase for one year, two years, accumulated over a few years and decades, the amount is too large Maybe when will someone jump out to look for problems ... "

"Well, no, really not!"

After turning the processed sheepskin roll over and over again, Deacon Talma made a decision: "It seems that this letter must be given to someone who is good at it ..."

"Ah? Is anyone better at it? Who is it?" Lohalin was surprised. Few people in the parish were able to surpass Deacon Talma in terms of age, seniority, and secrets. Lohalin was curious. , Who has a better craftsman than Deacon Talma.

"Of course, there are more people in the parish than me ..."

As Deacon Talma said, she carefully wrapped up the sheepskin roll: "However, when it comes to what you do best, of course it is Master Priest."

"Ah! The priest!" Lohalin whispered, "Teacher, are you going to give this letter to the priest?"

"Yeah ..." Deacon Talma nodded for granted: "Just give him peace of mind."

"But, then ..." Lohalin said anxiously: "Don't we all know about the things we discussed?"

"Yeah!" Deacon Talma asked, "What's wrong? Does it matter?"

"This ... this ..." Pointing at the sheepskin roll in the hands of Deacon Talma, Rev. Loharin spoke unfavorably: "Accept students three years in advance, and, also, directly turn Los / Moore into 16 It ’s okay to be years old? ”

"Oh, are you worried about this?"

Deacon Talma laughed: "Even if the priest does not need to help with this, this letter will be handed over to him."

"Why?" Lohalin felt that there were too many three views refreshed on this day.

"If it's something else ... Well, just like when you went out with me a few months ago, you had good luck on the road and got a few more cows. Since such things are only known to us, of course you don't need the priest. More worried ... "

Taking an example casually, Deacon Talmar shook the sheepskin roll in his hand and continued: "However, this is different ... What is the benefit of Los / Moore becoming a Praia student three years in advance?"

"Benefits ..." Lohalin replied hesitantly. "It would be more convenient for the agent to preside over the church in Acre Village?"

"and then?"

"Others in the parish will not take advantage of Brother John."

"anything else?"

"Brother John can give you more gifts."

"Yes, by the way, I'll give you some more gifts ..." Deacon Talma shook her head with a grinning smile. "What else?"

"Are there ...?"

"Of course!" Deacon Talma asked, "No matter how many gifts we get, are there any extra titres from the village of Akeli?"

"Of course not," Lohalin answered honestly.

"That's it!" Deacon Talma said, "Loss / Moore becomes a student of Praia three years in advance, and the parish will be able to collect additional tithes more smoothly. Students, let the parish go and grab the baron Acford! "

"Uh!"

You can play like this ...

Lohalin opened his mouth wide.

"Additional tithes are in front of you ..." Deacon Talmar continued: "Guess, let Los / Moore be a student of Praia three years in advance. Will the priest agree or not?"

"Of course I agree! That's it ..." Loharin sighed. "No wonder you said you had to give the letter to Lord Priest ..."

"No, not just glances."

Deacon Talma shook his head: "If there is a letter, of course, there must be a reply. This reply three years ago will have to trouble the priest himself."

"Yes, you can add a parish stamp by the way!"

After understanding the reason, Lohalin took advantage of the situation: "In this way, no one can use this matter to trouble us."

"Right, that is it."

The students thought of the worries so quickly, and Deacon Talma was very relieved. "There is no need for trouble. It can be less with less."

"By the way ..." Lohalin remembered another thing: "Since the parish will recognize it anyway, there is no need for Brother John to call Los / Moore suddenly 16 years old ..."

"No, be careful, it's never a mistake ..." Deacon Talma said, "Let Rose / Moore remember, a little trouble can make the record more real ... let them handle it themselves, say Maybe it will be useful in the future? "

"Useful? What's the use of this?"

"Who knows?" Deacon Talma shrugged. "The parish is definitely useless ... but maybe, someday the church is going to appoint Los / Moore as priest? At that time, you have to check. What about the previous record? "

"Ha ... priest!" Lohalin laughed.

"Priest ..."

Free people, priests.

Thinking of the gulf-like divide between the two, Deacon Talma also laughed: "Well, let's go, I'm going to find the real priest ... By the way, the honeycombs you tried to move, Arrange more reliable staff, be more careful, be more careful, and guard well ... "

"Okay, teacher!"

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

"Also ..."

Speaking of this, Deacon Talma has come to the door: "Tonight, I should chat with the priest for a long time. You go to the stables and let them cook the" long legs ". Tomorrow early, put two The replies were sent to the village of Akeli. "

"Long-legged?" Lohalin was surprised. "Long-legged is a war horse? Is it used to send letters? So anxious?"

"It's not the cause of urgency ..." Deacon Talma turned back. "When the autumn harvest, Praia will have the divine character, so he must come to the parish often, this parish is not like a village. So easy ... After leaving for a few years, Praia needs to practice his riding and mace ... "

"Okay, I see." Lohalin nodded.

"Well ... and ..." Deacon Talma looked up: "By the way, take care of 'long ears'."

"Long ears?" Lohalin asked. "Is that the" long ear "? It's still a pony!"

"Yes." Deacon Talma confirmed: "It was the one that healed the cattle, plus the feat of moving the honeycomb. It was limited to origin, age and qualifications ... hell, why is this guy so small? Anyway, the parish can't give much benefit to Los / Moore at once, but for a pony, I believe that the priest would still be willing to ... After all, he will be the person who presides over the church in the future. Pastor, how can there be no superb riding and superb combat skills? "

"Yes," Lohalin thought deeply. "Or else, I'll go to the parish warehouse and find two more hammers for Brother John and Lore / Moore?"

"and many more……"

Deacon Talma recalled: "Look for three. I remember Praia had a student, it seems to be the second son of the Lycan family ... Yes, called Andre ... find three nails, one big Yes, two small ones. "

"What about horses?"

"Horse ... horse words ..." Deacon Talma was a little distressed: "I can't decide this now, but I think the priest will be very difficult. For now, let's get two horses ... don't worry, wait a while, these are Good to say. "

"Speaking for a while?"

"Yeah ... buckwheat has doubled its seeds!"

Putting his hands on the door of the room, Deacon Talma said heavily: "Double the seeds! As long as this is confirmed, the Lord Priest and the others in the parish, what else can I be reluctant to do?"

"How long did the parish take and how many people died before the land was halved ..."

Before opening the door, just before leaving, Deacon Talma said with emotion: "As long as you try to move the honeycomb, it will have half the effect of the village of Akeli. At that time, let alone Praia and Los / Mo The benefit of Seoul ... even if you are, you should soon find out that so many people in the parish like you ... "

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Almost the same time.

Baron Archford.

Archford Castle.

"grown ups……"

Humpback, stooped, gray-haired chief, slowly walked into Giltars / Rastabad / Archford's room: "The village of Akeli sent this."

"Well……"

There is definitely something worthy of attention that can be brought into the room by the director, although the director only holds a few buckwheat rods in his hands, the baron still cheers up.

After a few seconds.

"Well! What is this ...?"

Looking at the table doubled wheat seeds, doubled wheat seeds, half more wheat seeds, 30% more wheat buckwheat rods, the baron called out loud.

"This is a letter from Praia."

The humpbacked manager also put a roll of sheepskin in front of the baron.

Two minutes later, the baron suddenly stood up: "Oh my god!"

About ten minutes.

"what!"

After reading the entire contents of the letter, the baron frowned deeply and looked at the director: "This is a letter from five days ago?"

The well-prepared manager answered: "The messenger said that he had sent letters to many people before coming to the castle, Motril, Sachers, Qintil, Liebes ..."

The manager read a long list of names.

"Motril, John's father ... Sachs, John's uncle ... Huntil ... Ah! It seems like ..." The baron quickly found out what these names had in common: "... are John's relatives and Buddy? "

"Yes," the director confirmed.

"Ha ... John thought very well." Lord Baron smiled at himself with a mockery: "Is he such a harsh person in his heart?"

"Praia is not aimed at you," the director replied.

"Well, it should be like this ..." Lord Baron nodded slowly: "Anyway, no matter which house harvests more buckwheat, there will always be my share ... only ..."

The baron looked back at the director.

"The messenger also said ..." The baron didn't need to ask, the director said directly: "His son, the first letter was to the parish church."

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