Gallo stood outside the door, listening to the tax collector say all kinds of obscene and nasty words to the dark elf, he couldn't help frowning.
This person is really... too disgusting, right
That's a 300-year-old grandma, can she say such things
But he soon heard Bart's owner say from the side:
"My lord, why are you free to come here today?"
"Of course I came here to check your accounts to see if there is any tax evasion."
The tax official replied arrogantly.
"Huh? But, didn't you check it last week?"
"Last week was last week, this week is this week, didn't you guys do business this week?"
"But... the next tax return will not be until next month, right?"
"Why are you talking so much nonsense, I will check it if I want to! Hurry up and take out all the account books!"
Hearing such a conversation, Gallo did not leave in a hurry, but waited for a while before returning to the store.
"Huh? You haven't left yet?"
The dark elf asked in surprise.
Gallo sorted out his language a bit, and asked as tactfully as possible:
"You... don't you often evade taxes?"
Goddess Miya once said: Devout believers should be reserved and self-disciplined, not to abuse their power, and not to do unrighteous things, which means that magical arts should not be used indiscriminately, let alone help the tyrant to do harm to others.
So he had to make sure that this store was not that kind of illegal vendor.
When the dark elf heard his question, he suddenly showed a look of dumbfounding, and said softly:
"If the owner had been that kind of person, we wouldn't be in this situation now..."
Gallo thought for a while, his face gradually became serious, and he continued to ask in a low voice:
"That means..."
"This store is all due to tax evasion to achieve what it is today?"
"What are you thinking about?!"
As the dark elf said, he grabbed his cheek and made him grin his teeth, as if he was teaching a child, and continued:
"What I mean is, if the shop owner is so honest, if he can evade taxes, our shop would be bigger than this!"
"So that's the case. It seems that I misunderstood, so I can feel relieved."
Gallo nodded again and again, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
The dark elf continued to ask:
"So why did you have the strange idea just now?"
"Because I think our store already looks pretty good."
Gallo replied seriously.
'Shining Sword' is placed on Victor Street, and it can barely be called a mid-range store. The business is more prosperous than it, and there are many more famous stores than it. That's why the store owner attaches so much importance to the city defense army. orders.
But compared to the Miya sect, the 'Shining Sword' is still much stronger, which is why Gallo misunderstood.
Gallo asked again:
"And the fat tax collector?"
"Hey~ Since we planned to bid for the business of the City Defense Army, he has appeared frequently..."
"And it's not just the tax officer, but also the fire department, the justice of the peace... anyway, these adults, who are rare to see, have become regular customers in the store, and they are all bad customers..."
Hearing this, Gallo probably understood the reason.
This is someone trying to make trouble!
Although this kind of thing had nothing to do with me before, it is different now...
I can use this income to rent a new church.
These people are hindering their own beliefs!
I just want to believe in the goddess well, why come to hinder me
So he lowered his voice and asked:
"Do you know who sent them here?"
The dark elf shook his head, "How could we know such a thing?"
"Don't know? That's a little troublesome..."
Gallo said something in a low voice.
If you can't find out who is behind the scenes, then you can only help these dog legs who help the evil to repent and plead guilty...
This may take several nights, and the old bishop has to be troubled several times for divination. It is not a little troublesome, but really troublesome.
The dark elf couldn't hear Gallo's inner voice, and thought he was worried about the store's business situation, so he quickly reached out and patted his head, with a gentle smile on his face, as if comforting a child, and said softly:
"It's okay, you don't have to worry, the store manager can handle it."
While the two were chatting, the paunchy tax officer came down from the second floor, still speaking proudly to the shopkeeper:
"Hmph~ Although nothing was found this time, I will come again next week!"
The shopkeeper's face couldn't help but become ugly, but he still reluctantly replied:
"You are always welcome."
As the tax officer said, he walked slowly to the side of the dark elf, trying to get close again.
As a result, he saw a young boy next to this beautiful woman. Although he looked like a poor priest, he had a gentle temperament, sunny and cheerful, and his appearance was much better than himself.
So he snorted very unhappily, and said:
"Is there anything in this store that priests can use?"
The dark elf and the shopkeeper wanted to explain a few words, but Gallo spoke first:
"No, no, there is no weapon suitable for me here."
"Hmph, if you want to buy a magic staff, the one next door is good, the price is cheap, and it's more suitable for you."
The tax official sneered.
Gallo, on the other hand, smiled obediently and replied:
"Thank you for your recommendation, but I don't like wands or anything..."
"I prefer meteor hammers, flails, or skull hammers. Do you know where I can buy them?"
The tax officer was stunned for a while, then frowned and cursed:
"Are you sick?"
"Yes, yes, if you say yes, then it is."
Gallo still gave a submissive answer, then hurriedly stepped aside, narrowed his eyes slightly, smiled kindly at the fat tax officer, and silently recorded his appearance.
The tax officer couldn't help but shivered. He felt unwell, like a toad being targeted by a poisonous snake. There was a chill down his spine, which made his heart beat a little faster.
But he couldn't tell what was wrong with it. The young pastor's smile was kind and respectful, with a standard submissive look. It was no different from the bastards he met every day, so he couldn't pick anything out of it. wrong...
Probably because the little goblin was too annoying last night, so I didn't sleep well...
The tax official thought to himself, he didn't stay in the weapon shop for long, and left in a hurry.
After he left, the owner quickly comforted Gallo:
"It's nothing, it's just a routine inspection. Fortunately, our store has always been law-abiding, and even the pickiest people can't find any faults... What's more, we have Sir Donald to support us..."
"Don't worry, you can go back to rest and recharge your batteries. After a week, you will be busy."
"Ok, I see."
Gallo nodded, and then he went back to the church in a donkey cart.