My Sister is Arturia

Arthur and Artoria looked at each other, what's going on?

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no.215 Miss Technician No. [-] is very considerate

A warm fireplace, a bearskin rug with a big mouth open, and neat rows of wooden boards on the floor.

The interior layout of the wooden house in front of me is much more luxurious than the wooden house’s appearance, but it’s not that big and there’s only room for so many things. There’s only a reclining chair in the wooden house, but no The wooden bed used for sleeping, it seems that the monk in front of him does not live here, he may live in a nearby monastery, and he only comes here when he needs to deal with letters.

In Britain, most of the letters are handled by the monks of some monasteries. Of course, these are paid services.

Seeing that the little boy opened the door, the monk walked to the edge of the reclining chair and lay down skillfully on it. He took it for granted that he didn't say a word about the teacup that the little boy handed over afterwards, and drank it. The monk seemed not to have heard what the little boy said.

"Please, Lord Tobias, I really want to know about my father!" Seeing the monk who ignored him, the little boy anxiously grabbed onto the bed of the monk named Tobias. The wooden handle of the reclining chair, but Tobias looked at the little boy with disgust.

"So, how many times do you want to come to me to tell me? It's a letter half a month ago. If you don't have money, don't mention it again. I've burned your poor dad's letter long ago! If it wasn't for him For the sake of conscription, our diocese will not allow him to send letters from the front line here for free, but you poor ghosts can't afford a single coin, get out!"

Tobias yelled angrily at the little boy dawdling in front of him.

"But, but, didn't the diocese agree before that letters will be delivered for free, isn't my father a soldier?" The little boy looked like he was about to cry.

"Are you questioning me?!" Tobias Ten stood up suddenly, and the little boy was frightened and took a few steps back, saying submissively.

"No, dare not, Lord Tobias."

"Soldier? Let me tell you, that cowardly father of yours might have run away from the battle a long time ago, and he might have been killed directly, so if you don't have money, don't mention your letter again! Otherwise, I'll arrest you!" Lord Tobias He yelled viciously at the little boy in front of him.

"I know I don't have any money, but, but, I'm already working for you for free...so..."

After hesitating for a while, the little boy still frustrates his hand and whispers nervously, but before he can finish speaking, he is stopped loudly by the monk in front of him:

"Get out of here now! Chop wood for me tomorrow morning!"

The little boy's body trembled, and he seemed hesitant to speak, but he retreated obediently. Arthur watched the little boy in front of him run towards the village in the distance. From an invisible angle, he gave Tobias a middle finger.

Arthur frowned. If he hadn't seen the little boy being blamed by Tobias, he would almost have thought that the middle finger was pointed at him.

"Are you the villagers who came to deliver letters today? Why are there so many letters?" After driving away the little boy, Tobias walked up to Arthur, looking at the letters in the two backpacks on the ground with race and brow , lifted the backpack vigorously with his feet, and kicked out all the letters in the backpack: "A group of illiterate guys, can't they explain something clearly before leaving home to die on the battlefield? Write one by one. I keep writing letters like a will!"

Obviously, Tobias's workload during this period has become much larger than before. The reason can be imagined because of the war, a large number of men were sent to the front line, and they were worried that they would die. , so the letters written to the family, and according to the regulations, these letters will be delivered to the place they want to mail for free. As for whether to charge or not after arriving at the place, it depends on the mood of the local monks who handle the letters.

Obviously, Brother Tobias in front of him was not in a good mood.

"Here you are, this is your reward." Brother Tobias took out two copper plates from his belt and put them on the table next to him, then squatted down and put the backpack containing the letters After putting it on the table, he will sort all the letters with different addresses according to the addresses of the letters, and then arrange for people to send them to various villages.

Arthur took two copper plates from the table and saw Artoria frowning at the monk's expression. It was obvious that Artoria didn't like what the monk in front of him was doing.

However, neither Arthur nor Artoria has the ability to do anything. It is not a problem to beat up the monk in front of him, but after that, will he be wanted by the monks in the entire parish of the Kingdom of Camelot?

When Arthur was about to turn around and leave, he saw one of the letters scattered on the ground. It was a red letter. It was not the color of the letter that attracted Arthur, but because of the address of the letter. ——

Sent to Arthur from Tintagel Castle, Cornwall, probably in Camelot.

This is sent to yourself, right?

"Well, this letter seems to be addressed to me..." Arthur picked up the red letter, and there was a nice smell coming from it, which made Arthur feel a little familiar, waiting for careful consideration When I was there, what appeared in my mind was a certain person wearing a leather jacket with a playful smile——Number Nine.

Ugh?number nine?Ugh? !Isn't that the succubus who received him in the succubus mansion? !Why does her smell appear here?No, no, why did I smell this smell as soon as I smelled it, and it also corresponded to a certain girl? !

"A letter to my younger brother? Who could it be?" Arturia also looked surprised. In her impression, no one would send a letter to Arthur.

"This has been paid for, take it away." The monk looked up at Arthur, and then at the red envelope with a seal that Arthur couldn't understand. After saying something casually , just bowed his head and didn't speak any more.

Arthur took the red envelope and walked outside, but after walking two steps, he realized that Arturia hadn't followed. Artoria turned around and put both hands on the table in front of the monk, With a serious expression on his face, he said:

"Can you give me the letter that the little boy wanted just now?"