Chapter 73 Lin En! What on earth did you do? !

The beliefs in the city of Orne are very diverse, and the teachings of many gods can be spread here.

Although their doctrines may cause various conflicts, there are constant frictions between churches.

But there is one thing that is different.

No matter which god it is, when compiling scriptures, he will guide his believers to be kind and generous people.

This is a positive guidance for human nature.

Only in this way can order function as usual, and the power of faith they gain will become purer.

Looking at the last banner hung by the Augusta family guards, everyone fell silent.

Although they still didn't understand why these people were raising funds in this way in public, many believers from these churches present felt a surge of impulse in their hearts.

After a long time, an old man with a staggering gait slowly walked forward.

He took out a handful of copper coins from his pocket and tried to throw the money into the glass box where the Tenli Church was located.

“May God bless you.”

Looking at the banner above, he prayed tremblingly.

But just as the old man was about to stand on tiptoe and put his savings into the box, a guard suddenly came over.

"Excuse me, old man." The guard's voice was very polite, "We don't accept donations from ordinary believers here."

The old man was stunned for a few seconds: "Why?"

"Because Master Lin En said that he doesn't make money from the poor."

The guard explained briefly.

After sending the old man away, the guard explained it again loudly, as if afraid that the people watching from afar might not understand.

"If anyone wants to donate, they must at least produce the deeds of at least three properties in Orne City, or financial proof of an annual income of more than 5,000 gold coins!"

This explanation surprised everyone.

In the donation activities we have experienced in the past, we always tried to find ways to get them to take money out of their pockets.

But the situation before us was the opposite.

Not only do they not accept their donations, but they even ask for proof of wealth? How bizarre.

A wonderful emotion arose in people's hearts at the same time.

However, looking at the crowds of people still watching, herd mentality finally prevailed.

After finding out what was going on in the Town Square, they finally satisfied their curiosity.

The brief excitement ended here.

Although today is a day off, many people still have to work hard to make a living in order to provide bread and milk for their wives and children.

Not long after, the people who had gathered in the town square dispersed.

Only a few people stayed there.

Soon, most of the day passed quickly.

During this process, from time to time some devout believers of the church would see the banners and want to come forward to donate.

It’s just that most of them are poor people from poor families.

Therefore, everyone was stopped outside.

Until the evening, the twelve glass boxes on the Municipal Square still stood quietly there, empty.

It seemed as if it didn't cause any waves in the city.

But in fact, what happened today was like a virus infection.

It only took one night for the whole city to know about it.

Almost all the people knew that the Augusta family and Duke Tyrus had joined forces to raise funds for disabled soldiers.

The targets of fundraising were local nobles and churches.

"You mean, they're holding another fundraiser, in public?"

Inside the Tianli Church, after hearing the report from his subordinates, Bishop Moser was stunned.

"Yes, not only that, they also put up several banners."

As he spoke, his subordinates repeated the contents of the banners.

Moser gradually stood up subconsciously, pacing back and forth in the room while thinking.

After a long while, he suddenly sneered: "I was wondering why all this big fuss was going on, but it turns out I was overthinking."

"Hey, Tyrvus, you and your men are not so naive as to think that you can snatch the money from our pockets just by using such a small trick, right?"

"idiot!"

“Notice to the surrounding churches that if they want to continue to share money in the future, now is the time to put aside prejudices and conflicts.”

"This is an attack from Duke Tyrus. Only by perfectly fighting him back, or even hurting him, can we gain more benefits in the future."

"Tell them this is my request, no, it's a demand."

"Any church or noble who dares to donate to this bullshit event will be the mortal enemy of our Tianli Church from now on!"

The time flies.

Time flies and four days have passed.

During these four days, the fundraising activities at the Municipal Square did not die down as time passed.

Quite the contrary.

It has unexpectedly become an explosive issue and has been mentioned repeatedly in the daily discussions of the city's residents.

Every day, a large number of people pass by the town square and stop to watch for a long time.

The move was simply to see what was inside those boxes.

Because it's just too weird.

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Four days later, there was no money in the glass donation boxes marked with those churches.

It is as if all churches have chosen silence at the same time.

For a small number of ordinary people without faith, this does not seem to be worth being surprised about, and they even feel that Duke Tyrus is shooting himself in the foot.

But in the eyes of most believers, this action seems to contain some hidden meaning.

"Let's see which religion is the kindest and most generous."

Ironically, the donation box below was empty.

This sharp contrast is impressive.

Whenever they saw the words on the banner, believers from various churches would fall into a somewhat anxious mood.

Then, he left this place in a hurry as if escaping.

When they go to their respective churches to pray and confess, if they inadvertently ask this question, the clergy will show a secretive expression.

Unconsciously, an undercurrent began to surge in the city of Orne.

However, at this moment, the initiator of this series of events was sitting leisurely in the garden, enjoying afternoon tea.

Lynn sipped her hot tea while basking in the sun.

I have indeed had a lot of free time these past few days, and it's all thanks to that woman Yvesette.

She doesn't seem to have any outstanding leadership qualities. The only thing worth praising is her courage to delegate power.

At least in order to fulfill the agreement with Duke Tyrus, Ivester generously opened up all the rights in the manor to him.

But she has been missing recently.

After the evening conversation with Duke Tyreus in his study that night, Yvesette was informed of some news and began to become busy.

Not only was she often not seen in the manor, but when she occasionally came back to rest, she always looked dusty and her face was full of fatigue.

There was even one time when Lin En saw that there was still blood on her face!

I don’t know which unlucky guys suffered the disaster.

Even people like Afiya and Morris were rarely seen.

Only a mixed player like Graya can stay by his side to help him relieve his boredom.

"Next, I'm going to do a magic trick that will confuse gay men."

"What magic?"

“The performance was a success.”

Looking at Graya's dark face, Lynn burst into laughter.

At this moment, the housekeeper Kesha suddenly walked behind him and whispered, "Master Lin En, Duke Tyrus is here to visit."

"Tell him I'm not available right now."

"fart!"

Before he could react, he heard the roar of Duke Tyrvus from behind him.

He saw a burly middle-aged man walking straight towards him with a gloomy look on his face, as if he was in a bad mood.

Oh no.

The fishing was discovered.

Lin En quickly put down the bone china teacup in her hand and said, "Good afternoon, Your Excellency the Duke."

"Good? Bullshit!" Duke Tyrvus cursed directly, "Come, talk to me, what on earth have you done in the past two days?!"

(End of this chapter)