Three hundred thousand Mann in cash.

All that needs to be done is to protect Amy's safety when she travels, and go to Amy's apartment to work all day every Monday, Wednesday and Friday.

The work was so easy that Ken wanted to take the initiative to work overtime, so Amy directly handed him his salary and asked him to familiarize himself with the working environment tomorrow and go to work there the day after tomorrow.

He vowed that if he was satisfied, he could make suggestions and add money, and he could leave directly if he felt the job was not suitable for him.

the most important is.

The boss actually wanted to give him his first month’s salary directly!

There is no need to worry about him running away with the money!

What a magical job!

There is no problem with the contract at all, he wants to sign it for life!

But he still endured the heartache and only collected half of his salary in advance, and waited for the other half to be collected a month later.

Because he was afraid that if he took this salary, he really couldn't help but run away!

As soon as Amy signed the contract, she left in a hurry, saying she was going to pick up a nasty old witch.

Ken was the only one left in the quiet rental house again.

To celebrate this work.

Ken generously cooked Yaron leg roast and offered it as a sacrifice to the evil god, feeling the reward from the evil god.

It’s a double joy!

So why hasn’t anyone come to fix the door yet…

If the compensation from the Paladin hasn't come yet, then he will contact the insurance company himself...

…

"Mother God, do you want to imprison a saint based on the saint's words in the database?"

Brenda Cathedral, the early morning light shines on the statue of the Mother Goddess.

The old priest had white hair, a wrinkled face, and a skinny torso covered in a gray robe. The robe was engraved with an oil lamp unique to the belief in the Mother Goddess.

He has always been a person with a good temper, but most of his temper has been directed at the man in front of him.

Paladin Charles Addison drooped his head.

"My spiritual sense felt that something was about to happen...especially after seeing that Servais."

Charles has always done whatever comes to mind. Ever since he knew that his intelligence could not be higher than others, he decisively left thinking about such troublesome things behind and pursued simple instincts.

After reading the information, he immediately came to the church to wait for the old priest to arrive, and decisively told the priest that he wanted to place Ken Servais under house arrest.

For this reason, I squatted in front of the church all night without sleeping.

"Spiritual awareness is a double-edged sword! Spiritual awareness is your tool! Use your brain! Don't let you become the tool of spiritual awareness!"

The old priest looked at the tall man in front of him who had lowered his head and decisively admitted his mistake.

"Don't be angry. It's because I'm out of my mind. Look, I didn't take direct action. I'll ask you what to do first."

Seeing that the old priest was really angry, Charles quickly lowered his head.

The priest took a deep breath and hit Charles on the head several times, which made his hand hurt. When Charles saw that the old priest was finally relieved, he raised his head and scratched his head.

The old priest became angry again.

"If you try to rely on others, you will suffer a big loss sooner or later!"

Seeing this, the priest wanted to hit him again, but after looking at his trembling hands, he still didn't hit him. He took a cane from the table to weigh it.

This kid has been like a beast since he was a child. He has well-developed limbs and a simple mind. He will become even more stupid if he doesn't knock.

"Previous records are unreliable, even the records of the previous pope are questionable, let alone the records before the Third Holy War...

However, your spiritual sense can still be trusted."

The old priest analyzed it, and the paladin's eyes lit up after hearing the keyword.

"Then I'll go and kidnap him back?"

Charles picked up the sword and turned to leave.

"stop!"

Bang! The old priest raised his crutch and hit the paladin on the head. He felt faintly tired in his heart.

Seeing the innocent look from the big man as if nothing had happened, he felt tired.

After taking a breath, the old man continued to explain.

"The death crows mentioned in the records were a group that existed before the Third Holy War. They could predict the existence of large-scale deaths and wars, and thus lingered there long in advance.

There's nothing wrong with them, it's just the spiritual reflection of the future that makes them as annoying as messengers of death."

He took a few more breaths. Although he was less than a hundred years old, old injuries in the past caused him to age quickly.

In one more year, he will retire next year, and it's time for this bastard to stand on his own feet.

"One of the saint's notes describes him as having this prophetic power, which is a good thing for us.

We should make relevant filings instead of covering our ears and pretending that the disaster will not happen.

Last night, two Knox royals chased a cultist in the city, but failed to catch it. The cultist came specially from Knox. This may also be an omen.

This incident may have something to do with the evil god."

"Then what do you mean..."

"What I mean is to conduct a general cleaning of the Steam District and even the entire Restoration City, and sweep out all the rats. The Steam District is the core of the Temple in Restoration City, and they will not gather here.

At the same time, summon the surrounding clergy to prevent those rats from getting wind of it in advance.

Be ready to welcome the saints if necessary."

The old priest picked up the Holy Mother's Tome, and his skinny body looked extremely frail. This frail body carried the heavy responsibility of leading the priests of the Restoration City.

"As for that child of the Servais family, I heard that you destroyed his door?"

"Uh... I asked a craftsman to help him repair the door the day before yesterday. It should have been repaired by now. I will go to Wood Comb Brothers Company to ask."

"Remember that if you do something wrong, you must take responsibility..."

"Okay, okay, I get it. Old man, you are really nagging me. I will take responsibility for anything I do wrong since I was a child. I will go on patrol to ask!"

The paladin heard the old man's tone become slower and gentler, realized that the old man had switched to preaching mode, and hurried away.

The old priest was left alone, standing under the huge statue of the Mother Goddess.

With his thin fingers arranging his neat gray robe, the old man knelt in front of the statue of the Mother Goddess and prayed devoutly.

He once followed the white robe and exchanged his military exploits for this gray robe.

Soon, he will take off this gray robe and let someone more capable bear this burden.

"...The meaning of commitment is not to forgive, right, incompetent old guy..."

The old man confessed in a low voice, with a look of sadness on his face.

He remembered that no one had called his name for a long time.

He himself had almost forgotten it.

…

"How can it be……"

The paladin raised his head in front of a building.

"In my impression, the goblins' Woodcomb Brothers Company is here..."

The last time he came here, there were several enchanting little fairies chirping at the door to introduce business to him. When he walked through the door, he was blinded by the various glittering golden decorations on the wall, and there was an endless stream of customers coming and going.

He looked at the reputation medals all over the wall and was introduced by an acquaintance, trusting the door repair business to the little goblin who was blind in one eye.

At this time, the building in front of me was full of broken holes, mechanical police seals were affixed to the doors and windows, and signs warning of dangerous buildings were hung on the avenue, giving it a dilapidated appearance.

Um?

He took a closer look.

It was posted yesterday! Wood Comb Brothers is bankrupt!

As we all know, goblins are a race without a sense of honor. Even if their country is destroyed, they will not feel sad at all. They will only count how many customers they have lost.

Look at the dilapidated appearance of this building. Nothing is left. The floor tiles were all licked away when the bankrupts ran away! The building was empty!

In three days, the warlock of the Servais family, probably because he was impatient to wait, installed the door himself...

And he, Charles Addison, broke the contract!

Thinking of what he and the old man just said...

No, absolutely not! He knew the person in charge of a furniture factory and agreed with him to install the latest and most secure door for the warlock, and even came to apologize.

The paladin looked serious, he must not break the promise!
Chapter completed!