Chapter 309

Midnight, melting pot church.

This small church was built directly opposite the alchemy college. Like the whole town, the walls and bricks were stained lead gray by the dust in the air. On the contrary, it was the Holy Cross sculpture at the top of the church, which was still flawless and pure white.

The Church of the Holy Cross is far away from the wizard college, which can also be called a "wonder" in the Empire.

However, this does not mean how polite the priests in melting pot town can be to foreign wizards

"This is the field of the Holy Cross. No one is allowed to step in when the door is closed." a determined priest holding a candle in his hand blocked in front of the dark haired Wizard: "if you want to pray, please come tomorrow morning, believer!"

"I'm very sorry, but I have an appointment with his highness Brandon de sallion. It only takes a quarter of an hour."

"Pray tomorrow morning, believer!" repeated the priest with a grim face.

"I'm your Highness's wizard adviser. You just need to convey the matter." Loren, who is "experienced" in Gumu Town, didn't mean to give up at all, but took a half threatening step forward:

"Or we can have a quarrel here and wake your highness up?"

A drop of cold sweat fell from the priest's forehead, and he was still holding on to his teeth:

"This is... The field of the Holy Cross!"

"What if I have to go in?"

The black haired wizard stepped forward again, the nervous priest subconsciously retreated, and the door behind him was suddenly opened!

"Loren, and this... Reverend?" Brandon, dressed in a loose robe and somewhat bleary eyed, looked at the two in surprise:

"What are you doing?"

"No offense, your highness Brandon! But your wizard consultant, after the church is closed at midnight..."

"Pray!" the dark haired wizard immediately robbed the excited priest, smiled and explained, "just some can't sleep, so I'm going to take this opportunity to pray to the Holy Cross, that's all."

"Alas... I didn't know you were so pious? With a long ending, the prince glanced at him, yawned and waved his hand:

"Forget it, whatever it is, come in quickly. I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Yes, your highness." with a slight nod, Loren smiled and nodded to the priest who was still stunned. Then he followed Brandon through the door and walked down the corridor into the church.

"But, your highness Brandon! This, this is..." the excited priest shouted. The two who had gone far chose to pretend to be deaf and hang the "devout believer" outside.

The church was empty at midnight. Only the moonlight on the window edge barely lit up the corridor, so that they wouldn't tarnish their room.

"Well, get rid of the too 'warm-hearted' priest. What do you want to say?" Brandon, who yawned and asked, walked ahead sleepily, bowed his back, his hands hanging on both sides, and his red hair drooping:

"If you come here at night, you won't come to see how ugly my sleeping position is - let me guess, what 'shouldn't you find'?"

"Much better than that, your highness Brandon de sallion."

Lorraine, who was walking behind, shrugged his shoulders and slowly carried his hands behind his back:

"There are some very interesting places about the files of melting pot town in recent four years..."

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"Fake!"

Suddenly holding his hands up, Isaac threw the file in front of him back and accurately fell into the barrel behind the chair - if it could be stuffed.

"What do you mean?" Lauren, who was holding his shoulder, glanced at the back of the chair. The large and small books and files were like waste paper, which was thrown all over the floor by Isaac.

"Uh... Don't understand?"

A genius showed a puzzled expression, pursed his mouth and frowned: "Do I use any particularly profound grammar? OK, let me put it another way - the data recorded in these files have obvious loopholes in the practical basis and conventional theory, and can not prove their rationality through normal description. They try to confuse the process by using results and big data. Generally, scholars call this behavior 'fraud', which is a clear violation of the emperor Acts under the laws of the United Nations. "

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"... it means that this laoshizi file is a pile of waste paper."

"But you didn't finish it, basically just glanced at it." even though you know this guy is very human, Loren still couldn't believe it: "the record of the whole four years - I remember you didn't learn much math

"Yes, I haven't learned much, but we don't need to do any advanced calculation problems today. We only have addition, subtraction, multiplication and division."

After sniffing, Isaac should have spread his hand: "what's more, do these so-called files really get any advanced mathematical knowledge?"

"Well, I would like to put it another way." the black haired wizard who resisted the desire for Tucao, bite his teeth and make complaints about it, "just in these files, what do you find out in the waste paper?"

"This account book and files, almost all of which are daily accounts. How much is recorded, how much is spent, and at most, plus the results, there really doesn't seem to be any problem at a glance." Isaac raised his eyebrows:

"I don't know much about books, but the results alone should be very one-sided, right?"

"But?" Lauren, holding her shoulders, leaned back in the back of the chair, waiting for the other party's performance.

"But even so, there is still much to do." Isaac shrugged his shoulders indifferently and pretended to be insipid: "in places like their big workshops, there will be so-called 'predetermined indicators' and' outcome indicators' - not how many ingots to buy, but how many long swords to forge. Only fools do that!"

"But if the 'predetermined index' is set very high, the 'result index' is very low, and the balance between the two can be maintained through inventory, so that it seems that everything is normal?"

"It's like borrowing money from ten people at the same time, then repaying each other's loans, and maintaining the status quo by robbing Peter to pay Paul?"

"It's more powerful than that. Maybe it can make money give birth!" pointed to the pile of files behind him: "the advantage of daily account is that as long as the results are guaranteed, even if the account books are different from the actual data, ordinary people can't see it."

"How did you see that?" the black haired wizard continued to "tease" Isaac and asked curiously.

"In fact, it's very simple. If you often come into contact with mystics, which can't be explained by common sense, those things that are not right will look particularly eye-catching."

Shrugging his shoulders, Isaac slowly raised his head: "so even if I hold it in my hand, I know that these files are wrong - just like I never ask, and I know what you and ain have been hiding from me, even though I don't know what it is."

For a moment, the "curiosity" on Lauren's face completely stagnated.

"I wanted to take the opportunity of you asking me for help and let you tell me what it is, but I found that I didn't seem very interested - although it's really uncomfortable for me to have a little secret between you two, but... Do you even owe me a favor?"

"Er..." the black haired wizard twitched slightly on his cheek: "what do you want?"

"I haven't thought about it yet, but I did read a lot of information about duanjie mountain before I came. So if I have the opportunity to go to Nidhogg, the capital of the Dragon Kingdom... I mean if it really exists..."

"That's it!"

Without thinking about it, Loren directly agreed: "as long as we have the opportunity to leave the duanjie mountain and go north, no matter what it is for, I promise we will pass there once - and only the two of us!"

"Just us? Not even... Ain?"

"No, it's our secret. Let's hide it... Ain!"

"I knew we were the best couple!"

Isaac smiled like a child: "this is a carnival of incantation and mysticism. There is no way for alchemists with low intelligence!"

I just want to make sure that I didn't make a wrong decision... The dark haired wizard muttering in my heart still has a stiff formulaic smile on his face.

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"So, the dean of the melting furnace college has tampered with the files and made false accounts?"

Brandon had a wonderful smile on his face. He had not woken up a moment ago, but now he was shining like the noon sun: "I can't wait to see how the Royal brother explained - can you find evidence?"

"Data can be falsified and words can be deceived, but fabricated things will not appear out of thin air or disappear suddenly."

With a slight nod, Loren turned his eyes to the melting pot town outside the window at midnight: "I counted when I entered the town. There are ten large warehouses in the melting pot town, so..."

"There is definitely one. There is evidence that he made false accounts!"