"Jacob, take a break today and let's go to the Venus Bar." Martin stopped Jacob and said to him.

"No, Mr. Martin. You're holding me back for such a trivial matter as paying back the money? Bishop Ike will think I'm not pious enough if I take too much leave." Jacob seemed a little reluctant.

"Bishop Ike's opinion is naturally very important, but will the person in charge of our church next year be our Father Jacob?" This old man needs to be beaten.

"It's our beloved Bishop Martin. I know. I'm going to ask for leave now."

Seeing that this little brother was still very interesting, Martin decided to give him a little sweetness.

"I'll buy you drinks and dinner in the afternoon. What do you want to eat?"

"I believe, caviar." Jacob thought of something expensive enough but not unaffordable.

At Eggsburg South Station, Annick rushed to the station exit early after lunch today. Today was the time when his two precious sisters came back.

"Brother, do me a favor." Irena waved from a distance. With the combination of light-colored shawls and beige cardigans and sweaters, her two sisters were dressed simply and beautifully today. However, the rattan suitcases in each hand looked a bit ruinous.

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"Did you move all the wardrobes here?" Annick complained appropriately.

"Father said that we would live in Eggersberg permanently from now on, so he asked us to bring everything we could with us," Irena explained.

"Well? Did you give me the long-term meal ticket?"

"Anyway, the lady from that family doesn't like her. If we leave for a few days, the eldest lady doesn't come to see you every day." Irina asked in return.

"No, they are probably busy dealing with the aftermath of the recent bombing." Annick grabbed the suitcase and explained as he walked.

"Have you found the grenadier? What is the real person like?" Irena asked curiously.

"A real person? A conceited brown bear with very strong muscles but only a brain. I punched him for you and lost at least one of his front teeth."

Annick said somewhat asking for credit.

"For us?" the two sisters asked in unison.

"Yes, putting my two most precious sisters in danger is not just a punch to discourage him."

Annick stopped a two-seater carriage at the platform. The coachman stopped, took a look, and kindly reminded him.

"Sir, with so much luggage and two young ladies, there will be no room for you to sit in the carriage."

"It's okay. I'll sit in the driver's seat. I saw the horizontal panel is enough for us to sit on. By the way, I can drive and can help you drive a certain distance."

Seeing the well-dressed man in front of him say this, the coachman didn't say much, opened the carriage and let Annick put his luggage in.

A four-wheeled carriage was twice as expensive as a two-wheeled one, and Annick, a thrifty and thrifty family, had not forgotten the tradition.

Venus Bar is also a gathering place for workers wearing black and blue overalls.

Martin learned wisely this time, and after he and Jacob found the shabbiest coat at the bottom of the box, it looked inconspicuous inside.

"Bartender, one glass of whiskey, one glass of vodka, whiskey and ice." Martin skillfully approached the bar and ordered a drink.

"Now, why did the two priests change their clothes this time?" the bartender asked as he put the wine glasses on the table.

"Do you know us?" Martin was a little curious. He was only a trainee, and he was not usually the one to preside over prayers and New Year's speeches. Logically speaking, he should be very transparent.

"I don't know them, but I did meet two of them last week." The bartender poured the wine and said in a low voice, "Last week, those few also mentioned that you set up a free clinic in the square, and the drinkers here were promoting your service.

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Hearing this, Martin remembered that he had been busy copying ancient texts for Mr. Detective this week and had forgotten about the free clinic, and the bastard next to him didn't remind him.

"Free clinics are just about promoting the Lord's mercy, which is what we servants should do. Didn't Gale and the others come to give a speech this week?" After Martin heard about Mr. Detective's social division of labor and two fundamental issues, he was very confident to challenge it.

Lower Geer.

"I'm not here. Stanley has been keeping a close eye on us recently. Although they didn't dare to enter the bar directly, there are still many plainclothes people stationed around the bar. Our young master's cards are not enough to scare them away."

Your young master has a shitty card, and we beat them all for being honest. Jacob complained in his heart, but of course he couldn't say it in order to show mercy to others.

"That's a pity. Geer's last speech aroused a lot of ideas in me. I have a chance to discuss it with him." After Martin finished speaking, he tried to take a sip of whiskey with ice. The iced one actually tasted much better.

"Sister, these two bastards are really here. Do you have any fresh ideas to discuss with our brother Geer?"

Teresa appeared like an elf, dragging her sister behind her.

"What do you know? When Mr. Martin said we were thinking, we naturally had fresh ideas." Jacob naturally started to fight back.

"You're kidding, Theresa, you have to learn to be a lady." Temesha stopped Theresa's rampage next to her.

"I almost forgot about business. We have counted the copper coins for your donation box. Since it is inconvenient to bring the change, I will exchange it for you into banknotes. Twenty marks."

Martin took out his wallet and counted two ten-mark notes and placed them on the bar.

"Sister, have we received so many donations?" Although Martin didn't show any signs of giving, even Theresa could tell something was wrong.

"The two of us also give some support. Although we don't quite agree with your ideas, we still admire you for your courage to stand up and expose injustice." Martin has obviously thought of his words.

Temesha put away the banknotes and thanked her gently.

"I don't know what consensus we have and what differences we have." Temesha asked the two priests in front of her. The clear eyes of the leader did not look like a bad person.

"We also believe that the existing system needs to be reformed. The people of Dunland are really living too hard, but it is definitely not a problem of social division of labor. In this way, if you have to work to get food, the food and clothing you two have never had.

?Also, the baker did make the bread, and who produced the flour."

Martin's words hit Temesha's heart like a sledgehammer, and it was obvious that she didn't have this answer either.

"Then, Mr. Father, do you think these workers on site deserve only a fraction of the wages in other countries?" Temesha had to ask in return.

"Of course not, this is a problem of distribution. It's like the workers and the boss worked together to make a cake, but the boss took away most of it, leaving the workers just enough to not starve to death. The problem is not that they come together.

It’s not about making the cake but how to divide it.”
Chapter completed!