At the Eggsburg dock, with the help of the coachman, Hilton came to the black market hidden in an abandoned warehouse.

"This gentleman, the third one on the left is the New World Souvenirs Shop. You tell him that Old Tom introduced us. He will know."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work. It's getting late, you can go back."

"OK."

After sending the old coachman away, he was about to step through the iron gate when he was stopped by two guards.

"What do you mean?"

"One." Before the doorman could finish asking for a penny for the ticket, he was interrupted by the accountant at the door.

"You are a new guest. Can I introduce to you what is available in the black market here?"

"No need, just let me in." Hilton resisted taking out the saber from his waist and said coldly.

"Okay, you two, please help open the iron door blocking this gentleman."

"Oh well."

The two security guards opened the iron door as instructed by the accountant, and Hilton's dissatisfaction dissipated a little.

"Huh, I'm quite sensible."

Hilton strode in.

After seeing this strong man, nearly two yards tall, leaving, the guard asked: "Why, Mr. Accountant, who is this important person?"

The bald accountant shook his head, "It was the first time I met him, but he glanced at me casually, which made me feel frightened, as if human life was as trivial in his eyes. His skin was tanned, and his body was like a little giant.

"

"Is that a strong man? Or a big pirate?"

"I can't tell, but the humanoid broom star from Konia came to patrol that day."

"You mean Chief Annick? It should be the day after tomorrow."

"Okay, let's talk to him then."

The bald accountant has decided to sell this guy who looks like a big pirate to the broom star of Gonia. I wonder if the broom star can trick him to death.

Following Old Tom's advice, Hilton found the Caredi family's gun shop, which was disguised as souvenirs.

Pushing open the door, a short and fat boss was sitting at the front desk. If you look closely, he looked a bit like the coachman just now.

"We have a guest, what would you like to order?"

If Hilton hadn't been told in advance, Hilton would have thought this was really a specialty store. Not only did they have alpaca down unique to the southern continent, but they also had buffalo jerky from the northern continent.

"Old Tom introduced me here. Your boss's partner and I are old acquaintances."

When the boss heard this, he stood up quickly, approached the door, and hung the temporarily closed sign on the door.

"What do you need? Weapons or documents."

"We don't need weapons. How quickly can we get the certificate?" Hilton was very satisfied with the man's caution and asked directly the core question.

"Three days, it's still an urgent matter. After all, the documents we are applying for are real documents. They are real documents issued by the Ayr City Police Station. The journey only takes two days."

"Okay, what do I need to provide?"

"Money, and sir, please cooperate with us in taking a photo."

"Photo?" Hilton asked a little doubtfully. As a senior pirate, although his portraits are all over the world, he is still a bit doubtful about getting a real photo of himself.

"Naturally, all nationally recognized documents like residence permits have photos," the boss explained.

"Then wait a moment."

Hilton covered his face with his sleeves, the muscles on his face bulged, and then moved to other places.

"Okay, now let's go take pictures."

"You, why are you completely different?" The boss looked at the man in front of him in surprise. He still had a fierce look just now. Not only has his chin become rounder, but his eyes have also become round. He looks like a kind man.

Same as the tavern owner.

"Don't you know that some people in this world have special talents?" Hilton threatened in a low voice. His face was modeled after the owner of Feiyu Restaurant.

"I know, I understand, I will keep it a secret for you." The boss broke into a cold sweat.

"Okay, let's take pictures."

In the small town of Dunland, Les, the most luxuriously decorated building in the entire city, is the Anglican Church of Justice and Order. Martin is standing anxiously in front of the door of the current Bishop Ike's room.

"Come in, I told you to come to me at one o'clock in the afternoon. Why hang around in front of my room at half past twelve, which makes the old man and I unable to take a peaceful nap."

Archbishop Ike's vicissitudes of voice came from inside the room.

"Okay, teacher, I'm coming in."

Martin opened the door. Archbishop Ike was sitting cross-legged on the bed, holding a "Book of Justice and Order" in his hand. This is the most authoritative book of the church. Legend has it that this book was written by the God of Justice and Order.

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"You can sit wherever you like, I'll make room for you in two months anyway." Ike said casually, without even raising his eyelids.

"Oh, teacher, I'm free to do it."

Martin found a pony stool and sat half-assed on it, like a child who had made a mistake waiting for criticism from his teacher.

"I know all the things you and Jacob were having trouble with. Do you think I'm here to ask you for guilt today? No, I'm here to talk to you." Ike put down the book and looked at the man sitting in front of him.

The young man on the stool who is half shorter than me is a man who is forty years younger than me and has great vitality and prospects.

"Jacob is not a strict talker." Martin couldn't help complaining.

"Don't blame him, it was the mayor who mentioned it when he came to visit last month. After all, the priest who beat up a few policemen as children and destroyed a sycamore tree that was more than thirty years old is the only two people in this city.

"

"Why did these idiots forget to replant trees?"

"Ahem, you don't have to worry so much. Next year you will take over the divine power of the entire city and educate the confused believers on behalf of the Lord." Ike interrupted Martin's complaint.

"Teacher, what do you want to talk to me about?" Martin asked curiously.

"Do you know what the most important job of sitting in our position is?"

"Aren't you here to guide believers on behalf of the Lord?" Martin replied, learning and practicing.

"Not only that, we also need to maintain the consensus of all social strata. You go to the free clinic every week, and you know the current situation in Dunland. There is not much consensus among every stratum of society. The great nobles do not identify with the country as much as they do with their own territory.

The high and low-level people don’t regard themselves as the people of Dunland. It doesn’t matter who is the king or who rules. So what is the biggest consensus left in this land?”

Listening to Ike's guidance, Martin tried to answer: "Do you all believe in my Lord?"

"Yes, we are the largest consensus in this country. I can understand your desire to change the status quo of the church, but you should not act too hastily. I will give you another question. Once you have figured it out, you will understand your teacher's thoughts."

"Teacher, tell me."

Ike pointed to the word justice on the "Book of Fairness and Order" in his hand and said: "Do you know the difference between fairness and equality? The Lord we believe in is the God of fairness and order."

Ike's words silenced Martin. He thought for a long time and finally said.

"Teacher, give me a week."
Chapter completed!