"The great sage in the village, Claremont, is a liar, I'm sure of that!"

The village chief sat behind the desk. Because of his emotions, the saliva flying when he was talking made Donald subconsciously turn to the left.

This resentment seems to be quite serious.

"Can you tell me in detail?"

Anthony responded in time.

"Please rest assured that I am not slandering him out of thin air. Through our private evidence collection, we have confirmed several facts."

Hearing this tone, he must have been well prepared, and Donald also became interested in what this great sage, who was respected among the villagers, looked like.

"Claremont once said that he came from Delchimo in the east, which is his destination. Because that city is a religious district, he was influenced by religion since he was a child... This is not the case. My client went to Delchimo to investigate. Some of the architectural scenes and local customs he mentioned about Delchimo were full of loopholes."

"He said that he was the agent of Timora, the god of harvest and hunting, on earth, but we have read through the records of the empire for orthodox religions. This religion does not exist at all, let alone the god named Timora. I think this is just an image he imagined. He used his image as a statue of god to let the villagers make wood carvings and pray every day. Several of them came from big cities. They should also know that this is simply an extremely absurd act!"

"Claremont has many abnormal actions. Every time the festivals in spring, summer, autumn and winter, according to the rules he proposed that night, we must celebrate until the early morning of the next day. The deputy village chief and I have observed his behavior. At 10 o'clock, the festival will begin, and he will disappear after praying as a great sage. I once asked him where he went. His answer was to communicate with God alone, but in fact he left the village and was not sure where he went."

"By the way, there is another thing. I wonder if the few people who entered the village noticed the houses being built. Those are said to be prepared for the believers who will enter the village in the future, because the Great Sage predicted that more people would join our village in the future... Think about it, how could such a thing be predicted?"

One by one, one by one, the village chief said it very detailed, for fear that Donald and others would not understand.

"Then why don't you expose him?"

Donald heard the village chief say it very well, as if he had already confirmed the other party's identity. Since that's the case, why should he say to them?

As Donald asked this question, both the village chief and the deputy village chief were speechless for a moment.

"Ah... because the villagers don't believe us at all... they always feel that because the deputy village chief and I have studied in Beiruye for a while, they are different from their philosophy. I have to admit that there are indeed problems in this regard, because we two are used to going out as gentlemen. Unexpectedly, the most common things in Beiruye have become the main reason for being unpopular."

The village chief’s face was a little bad. As the head of a village, he could not get the love and trust of the people. There is nothing more embarrassing than this.

"Actually, they completely misunderstood us. Since we are managing this village, how could we not think about them? But they just denied us because of their initial impression, which led to some of our plans being impossible to implement. As a result, we got an incompetent name. We don't mind this title alone, but Claremont's behavior is really bad. What we are afraid of is that if he continues to do so, it is very likely that some irreparable consequences will be caused, and then we will regret it!"

The righteousness of these words completely portrayed itself as a person who was not afraid of rumors and wanted to seek welfare for the village.

Donald pursed his lips, but in fact, the two questions could be seen at a glance.

Conflict of ideas.

Looking at the two of them dressed and arranged the interior of the house, you can tell that they had never regarded themselves as members of the village, and their plans were probably all thought of by the two of them in this study.

It is no wonder that the villagers don’t like them. Who would want two people who dressed up as gentlemen all day long to instruct themselves to do things with superior faces?

So what if they didn't do it on purpose?

The speaker is unintentional, and the listener is intentional.

After a long accumulation of this feeling of dissatisfaction, a great sage who is close to their lives suddenly appeared. With a sharp contrast, he naturally felt more intimate. Coupled with the accumulation of fame brought by the so-called miracles for a period of time, it was natural that the village chief and deputy village chief who should have been in charge of the village affairs were gradually undermined.

"What do you mean is that we want us to expose his scam?"

Anthony finally understood what they meant.

"Yes, that's it. We want to save these villagers. They can no longer be fooled by this false god. You are outsiders, dressed in bright clothes and equipped with weapons. It is easier for them to believe it than us... Of course, this is paid. If Claremont can be successfully exposed, I would like to give some people 5 gold pounds."

The village chief obviously regarded Donald and others as ordinary mercenaries. The price of 5 gold pounds is not cheap for ordinary people, but for them, this is nothing.

Anthony looked back at Donald, and the meaning in his eyes was to be ready to refuse.

With their current ability to get involved in this kind of thing, it is actually like adults participating in a fight between children. Not only will it be embarrassing to win, but if the identity is fake, but he is really a sage for the villagers, can they still fight against the villagers in the entire village and forcefully expel people?

However, Donald raised his hand and pressed down.

"What if we still can't convince the villagers that Claremont is fake?"

Donald took the conversation and spoke out.

"this......"

The village chief hesitated a little, and it was obvious that he actually wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to say it.

"The village chief Ming said that's it. We are mercenaries, we recognize money, not people."

Smiling and adding another sentence.

"I think if he does not repent, then as the village chief of this village, I have the obligation to expel him completely. Don't worry, some of his actions have actually violated the laws of the empire, and it is not impossible to use compulsory measures against her."

The meaning of this is actually very clear. If you can’t reveal it, then force it to kill him!

"Okay, we have accepted this task. I hope the village chief keeps his word."

With his fingers rubbing his pocket watch, Donald made an unexpected decision, and both Anthony and Stephanie cast doubtful eyes at him.

But since Donald made the decision, they didn't say much, and then chatted with the village chief for a few more words before coming out of the house.

"Donald, I support your decision, but can you explain it?"

Anthony didn't want to refute Donald, he just wanted to understand the reason.

"The Great Sage of Clermont, this person is absolutely extraordinary. Do you remember the wood carvings I picked up by the river before? I saw the light after being poured with water. I could not do this without any means. He could actually make the whole village love and protect him. This is a great thing in itself."

I just asked the village chief where the Great Sage's residence was. Donald was walking there with a few people, and he was quite interested in this person.

"If he really can't be exposed by then... Kill?"

Stephanie is more concerned about whether to kill or not.

"Whether to kill or not depends on us, but on his performance. In fact, I asked the village chief this question before, just to try his attitude. Now it seems that this village chief is obviously not a good person. For the safety of the villagers, it may be one of the reasons. I think more is that he cannot accept his power being deprived. If the latter is the main reason, then he cannot believe everything."

The village chief had obvious hatred when evaluating Claremont, and if he stopped, he would naturally be unfair. There is no doubt about this.

"Then how Brother Donald is going to expose the appearance of the Great Sage?"

Julia, who has gradually integrated into this group in the past few days, has begun to gradually participate in the dialogue between the three people only Donald, Anthony and Stephanie.

As for Lilo... she could understand, but she didn't want to say it.

"How to expose it? Of course, I just asked directly, I have a Stephanie here, there is no need to play tricks with him. Is he lying to us? I will know in a few words."

Before he knew it, the hidden strength of Donald's team was already quite terrifying. Three awakening-level strong men, one with special abilities and strong auxiliary abilities, a cat with real power level wizard level, and even Julia, who seemed to be the weakest, was surrounded by an unknown guardian ghost.

The other party is just a great sage nestled in the countryside. How strong can he be?

When I came to the only church in the village, there were many villagers gathered here, some who helped clean the floor, some who wiped the windows with rags, and some who used feather dusters to tease the spider webs...

"This is the gap. A great sage who may be a liar. During the winter festival, there are so many people coming to help clean and decorate the storefront. In contrast, the real village chief's residence is deserted. Is it important to be a person?

Donald looked at the church in front of him with obviously more rural simple style... Rather than a church, it is actually more like a spiritual belief reliance built by the villagers with their hearts.

Bypassing the helping person outside, Donald walked into the church and saw the old man in gray robe standing in front of the stage bent down and wiping the wooden statue.

"Is it Mr. Claremont, the Great Sage?"

Donald asked out loud.

"I am not a great sage, but a devout servant of God. You can call me by my name."

The old man turned around, took care of his long beard, his eyebrows and eyes were kind, and he had a natural affinity on his face.

"I am from Beiruye City. I just had a conversation with the village chief. Are you a real sage?"

He signaled Stephanie with his eyes, and the latter nodded to indicate that he was already monitoring, and Donald's problem was simple and straightforward.

"Does it matter, true or false?"
Chapter completed!