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Chapter 73 City Lord, can the rewards be the same?

Disciple of the elder of the Order?

Viscount Joan relaxed. The meat was rotten in the pot. Gretel Nordmark was still one of his subjects. As long as there was no problem with his identity, it was none of his business how to train him. However, the high priest of the Spring Water Temple raised his eyebrows:

"Your disciple?"

There is something wrong with the people of the Natural God Church! What good priests are you doing leaving them to those magicians?

Priests want pious faith, but those magicians are more lawless than others. Even if they believe in gods, they are just pretending!

"Your disciple, you just let him learn magic?"

He couldn't help but question. Elder Erwin raised his white eyebrows, and under the flash of healing skills, the old man grinned his white teeth and smiled innocently and cunningly:

"Oh...it's not like you don't know our group. The power given by the God of Nature comes from nature. What's so strange about knowing a little magic? If a child wants to learn magic, then let him learn it."

"You!" The high priest was furious. The people of the Natural God Church are indeed lunatics! There is something wrong with their brains! They are entangled with a bunch of paupers, they treat them for free, and they even send their own priests to learn magic!

If you treat a little guy like this, who knows whether he is a believer in the God of Nature or not!

Sooner or later you will regret it!

He waved his sleeves with a sullen face, strode forward, and walked into the depths of the store. With a glance, he walked towards the injured person who was the most gorgeously dressed, and casually threw a healing spell at him.

"Great Priest!"

"Thank you, great priest!"

"Help me, please help me! I will donate to the temple another day, tomorrow, no, come tonight!"

The Green Zone suddenly erupted in shouts.

These wounded were conscious and able to move around on their own. They were all classified as lightly wounded by Gretel, and only a few priest apprentices were there to take care of them. No matter how rich you were, it was useless. Most of the people who came before were priests of the God of War and the God of Nature.

Pastor, everyone gives Gretel face and obeys orders. A group of rich people shouted at the top of their lungs, but no priest with a higher rank came to take a look.

At this moment, when the high priest took action, the rich and lightly wounded soldiers saw hope, and the order in the green zone suddenly became chaotic. Two new priests rushed in. They didn't know the situation, and they were suddenly at a loss. They stood there and looked around, not knowing what they were doing.

Which side should you go to.

Gretel saw it from a distance and wanted to maintain order, so he opened his mouth and closed it again. He wanted to adhere to the medical principles, but he was not stupid. What was the identity of the great priest of the Spring Water Goddess? As a priest apprentice, what qualifications did he have to give instructions?

Not to mention this kind of society with nobles and priests, it is the kind of modern society in the past life. There are leaders who bring people over to make things easier. How dare the doctor let people line up?

He looked away and pretended not to see it. Next to him, the bald bishop chuckled and raised his voice:

"The first and second level priests are going to the yellow zone - the third and fourth level are going to the red zone - the priest apprentices are going to the green zone to help -"

The whole house was shaken with a buzzing sound. Gretel resisted covering his ears and thought happily:

This voice is too loud... This Lord Bishop traveled to the Three Kingdoms and drank water from bridges and the water flowed backwards. There is no problem at all!

The high priest tried his best to pretend not to hear such a high-pitched shout. He calmed the believers and granted treatment. The other priests also calmed down and performed their duties according to the guidance of the bald bishop.

Viscount Joan looked left and right, decided to ignore the bickering of several religious leaders, took out his wallet, and threw it in his hand with a smile:

"You're very good. - Take it, this is a reward for you!"

Wow, there is actually money to take! There is a bonus! The money bag is jingling, and it sounds like there are dozens of coins. Even if it is silver coins, that is several months' salary - not silver coins, right! The majestic city lord

If you take action, at least part of it should be gold coins!

Grete was overjoyed. However, another thought came up instantly: the opportunity to face the city lord is very rare. Instead of asking for money, it is better to seize the opportunity and accomplish a more important thing!

He did not reach out to take the money bag. He took a step back, looked directly into Viscount Joan's eyes, and bowed slightly:

"Thank you for your reward. It is the duty of a healer to save lives and heal the wounded. If you approve of it, I hope to change the reward method——"

"What?"

City Lord Qiao An was stunned. Did this guy wink? Did he bargain for the reward?

There was a bit of displeasure on his face, so naturally someone noticed his words and scolded him. Behind Viscount Joan, the knight guarding him stepped forward, pressed his sword and shouted: "Bold!"

Gretel stood with his head held high, showing no intention of changing his words. Elder Erwin and the bald bishop looked over together. On the other side, the old magician quietly took a step forward. Viscount Joan suddenly smiled, waved his hand, and waved away the guardian knight:

"Hey, it's nothing. - Little guy, what reward do you want?"

Is this a red face and a white face, deliberately pretending to be generous? Gretel pretended not to see the knight's face, and talked leisurely:

"I implore you to issue an order prohibiting humans and animals from defecating on the streets, and transport all feces outside the city. Sewage flows across the city, which can easily spread diseases and cause plague. For the health of the residents in the city, I implore you to issue this order as a response

The reward for my service."

"What nonsense!"

A voice cut in from the side. The high priest of the Spring Goddess Temple strode over with a gloomy face:

"The goddess will protect her people! The goddess will give clean water. Plagues and other things will never exist!"

"But -" Gretel wanted to argue. Elder Erwin and the bald bishop stopped at the same time: "Gretel!"

Well……

Is it involving other people’s territory?

The temple is really troublesome...

Gretel lowered his head silently and complained secretly. Viscount Joan laughed instead:

"Priest, please don't be serious with your child. Well, little guy, do you know how much money is in this purse? How much will it cost if I issue this order?"

I don’t know how much money there is in the purse, but I can calculate how much money is spent. Grete quickly calculated, while speaking, he reported the data like a flowing stream:

"As far as I know, the population of Heartland City is about 20,000. The feces produced every day is about 100 dan. If it is sold outside the city for one copper per dan, it will cost one gold coin per day, which is 365 per year.

A gold coin. As for the existing excrement on the street, how much does it cost to clean it up..."

He paused for a moment, wanting to shrug and spread his hands to show that he didn't know. Before he could make any move, he heard City Lord Qiao An say:

"Today you saved 29 people. My original plan was to reward you with 29 gold coins. So little guy, why don't I give you 29 gold coins instead of spending more than 300 gold coins or even more as a reward?"

Where is your reward?"

"But -" People's health is more important! If there is a cholera outbreak, it won't be a matter of hundreds of gold coins!

Besides, manure can be used to fertilize fields! If used correctly, the harvest of the field can be greatly increased, and this investment is nothing at all!

Grete still wanted to argue. Viscount Joan had already raised his hand and threw the purse into his hand. With a clanking sound, the Lord of the City turned around and walked away——


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