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29. Why don't you forget it?
As soon as Gallo returned to the church, he found the old bishop feeding mashed potatoes to the puppy cat, and a few small fur balls were meowing around his feet, spinning around and round.
Gallo felt a little strange and couldn't help asking:
"I feed them potatoes, cats hate them and refuse to eat them. Why are the cats so good when you feed them?"
As he spoke, he bent down to pick up one from the ground, held it to his cheek and rubbed it hard.
"because all you feed is potato skins."
The old bishop fed the rest of the mashed potatoes mixed with sheep's milk to the kitten, and then asked:
"Why are you back so soon? Is there something wrong with your work? "
"I ran into a small problem. And I need you to help me with the divination. "
Gallo stretched out his hand and squeezed a small gap between his index finger and thumb.
The old bishop looked frozen and realized that the problem might not be as small as he had planned.
Gallo told the story again.
The old bishop frowned at once,put down the kitten that had been pulled on his clothes, and said solemnly:
"it sounds a little strange."
"in theory, the people who can get the sheriff, the tax officer and the fire department to make trouble together must be the kind of well-connected bigwigs. Even if they are interested in the income of that order, there are plenty of ways. Why did you take such a clumsy approach?"
Gallo responded to his reminder and immediately slapped himself and said:
"No wonder I thought something was wrong before, and I realized it as soon as I heard you say it!"
"Oh, it's a shame that a man like me, who has always been wise, would miss such a simple doubt."
"I seem to have been blinded by this salary."
Hearing this, the old bishop was unable to laugh or cry, and quickly change his words and asked:
"what are you going to do? "
"can you find out who's behind these people?"
"I can try."
Said the old bishop, setting up a formation of divination on the table, asking all kinds of questions.
But he tossed about for a long time, but the petals spilled out were scattered and fell, which could not reach the specific shape at all.
"it didn't work?"
"I'll try it another way."
The old bishop frowned and pondered for a moment, then bent down to pick up a baby cat, put it on the map of the city of innocence, and muttered words.
As a result, the baby cat trampled on the map and left a series of disorderly cat paw marks.
The old bishop stared at the plum blossom-like cat paw prints for a long time, and finally shook his head, still unable to interpret the result.
"it still doesn't work. Why don't you try it? "
The old bishop suggested.
Gallo quickly followed his example and put the baby cat on the map.
As a result, the little hairball kept rolling and acting cute on the map, almost breaking the only map of the family.
"it seems that it really doesn't work. After all, divination is not omnipotent, and you can't get results and answers every time."
The old bishop said helplessly, rubbed his chin and murmured in a low voice:
"could it be that divination has been interfered with?"
"Ah? How could that be? How can your divination be interfered with? "
Although this method of divination is very convenient to use, it is also easy to be interfered with. For example, various legal professions, or clergy, have more or less the ability of anti-divination, which is enough to deal with ordinary diviners. There is no meaningful answer to divination at all.
But the old bishop is different.
Gallo has the impression that he is very good at divination, and the results are accurate each time and have never been disturbed.
This was once the envy of Gallo.
"I also find it strange that if you want to interfere with my divination, it must at least be. Wait! "
"maybe it's really possible?"
The old bishop whispered to himself, thought for a long time, and then speculated:
"either the mastermind is really in a high position, or it has something to do with the cult."
Gallo could not help but froze slightly.
The city of innocence, a religious shrine, has a great momentum in all kinds of orthodox religions, and most of the residents in the city are also orthodox believers, and the living space for cults is already very small, and basically they can only operate in the nearby countryside.
And the city of innocence is also what many sects call a shrine, that is, an area that will be watched by the gods, which makes it more difficult for cults to survive.
What's more, there are just people like Gallo, so cults basically can only survive.
But this matter involves various officials in the city of innocence, which is far beyond the capacity of the cult.
The old bishop, of course, was aware of these situations, and finally concluded:
"maybe some big shot really took a fancy to that order?"
"the dangers of targeting real bigwigs are obviously different from those of Baron Hauss, and the consequences are incalculable."
"Why don't you forget it?"
The old bishop advised earnestly and earnestly.
Gallo shook his head decisively and said:
"No!"
"I have no intention of getting involved in their business disputes. I just want to quietly save money to rent a new church, but they insist on interfering with my faith."
"it's not my fault, they forced me!"
"I'll call on the tax officer tonight. Could you help me figure out his address?"
"Oh, I knew this would happen."
The old bishop sighed helplessly, picked up the divination props again, and warned:
"in short, the situation may be different this time. You must be more careful."
In the evening, Gallo changed his heavy punch outfit, pushed open the window and whistled.
Golem Amia's eyes, which stopped in the backyard, glowed with a dark red, moved and came to his window.
Gallo jumped, landed right on Amia's shoulder, and whispered an order:
"Amia, transforms! Attack! "
"Drive ~"
Golem then carried him and headed for the tax officer's apartment.
Gallo has carried out two blessings on this golem, which can be replaced according to his needs.
During the day, it is a strong little donkey in the eyes of others, walking slowly and leisurely.
At night, it takes off its camouflage and reveals what it really is-a tall blue-and-white golem, in a wooden apron walks as quietly as a kitten and runs so fast that it can gallop through the streets.
It took Gallo only half an hour to reach his destination.
He jumped off golem and told him to go to the roadside flower bed to find some flowers and plants to eat, and he quietly sneaked into the apartment.
Somewhat unexpectedly, the tax officer stayed up at this point and was still fighting hard.