Chapter 87

Chapter 87

"Elders? Bishops? What are they here for?"

Mage Gelman Klaus was puzzled. A thought naturally crossed his mind: Could it be that these two are not looking for him but for young Garrett instead?

"Call... Garrett, and welcome our guests!"

With a command given, Garrett hastily received the message and rushed downstairs. As soon as he entered the hall, he heard laughter coming from the reception room, where two individuals were teasing each other. The bald bishop exuded confidence, while Elder Elwin Wilkinson spoke with a moderate tone. Their banter was clear and struck right to the heart:

"Why are you here?"

"Aren't you here too?"

"I came to find my disciple! What about you?"

"Need to run to the village to find your disciple and then sneak back?"

"You did the same, entering the city with the High Priest and then sneaking back!"

"If not, how can I outpace that old man?"

"You're not trying to outpace that old man but me! Forget it, Garrett is my disciple!"

Garrett glanced at Mage Gelman Klaus and silently lowered his head. Teachers, bishops, can't you stop arguing in the mage tower? It's embarrassing in front of Mage Gelman Klaus!

Mage Gelman Klaus was also somewhat surprised. They really came for Garrett? This young man, a newly promoted level one priest and a mage apprentice, was actually being treated differently by the two leaders of the church. It even seemed like they considered him a collaborator! In that case, the treatment he received in the mage tower shouldn't be too low...

He discreetly took two steps back, coughed, and then led Garrett inside. The reception room immediately fell silent, and the two healers sat opposite each other with cheerful smiles. It seemed like they hadn't been arguing at all.

"Mage, I apologize for disturbing you again," the bald bishop said, though his face showed no signs of remorse as he boldly took a seat on the sofa. His legs stretched out, occupying the space for two people. "We've come to discuss the matter from yesterday... Garrett, about the plan for cleaning up the city, continue!"

Garrett's eyes lit up. He had indeed stayed up all night to complete the plan, but he hadn't figured out when to approach his teacher and how to convince him. Who would have thought that the opportunity would present itself without him actively seeking it!This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

"Bishop, Elder," he stopped in his tracks, slightly bowing, "please wait a moment, and I'll fetch the plan for you to review."

"You've actually written it down? Hurry up!"

Garrett hurriedly ascended the stairs, then descended with a rolled-up parchment in his hand. He handed it forward, left, right, front three hands simultaneously grabbed the corners of the paper.

"Teachers, Mage Excellency, Bishop, can't we find a way to start the cleanup work first?"

The more Garrett spoke, the more uneasy he became. A project requiring several hundred gold coins to start, probably exceeding a thousand, with returns visible only after a year, and who knows how many years to recover costs, or if they could recover at all pitching such a project to investors would likely be a tough sell. The sincerity he could offer and the upfront investment he could provide were only

"If you need money..."

Garrett extended his right hand forward. With a clang, the money pouch gifted by Viscount Joane yesterday landed on the table.

"Heyhow can we use your kid's money?" Mage Gelman immediately objected. Elder Wilkinson, however, raised a hand to stop him:

"No, let him contribute."

"What?"

"This business counts as his share." Bishop Lord Joane also caught on and interjected without hesitation. He took the money pouch and casually placed it on the table:

"Besides young Garrett, the three of us will contribute equally, and profits will be divided equally."

"Equal distribution isn't suitable," Elder Wilkinson shook his head. "Experimenting with composting methods and teaching farmers is something only we can do, and those farmers only trust us."

"We'll handle convincing the Lord!" Bishop Joane asserted without showing weakness. "As for the street cleaning, I'll contact the City Guards to handle it, and they should get their share too!"

"The Mage Tower can provide land," Mage Gelman quickly added. Bishop Joane snorted, "Land? Tenant farmers? We have those too!"

"We can also convince the Lord!"

"Just the City Guards, who can't we handle?"

"The Mage Tower gets thirty percent!"

"At most, twenty-five percent! Otherwise, look for someone else!"

The harmonious and friendly academic discussion turned into a bickering marketplace scene in the blink of an eye. Moreover, it lacked any technical content, resembling the bargaining of street vendors.

Garrett was dumbfounded.

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