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Chapter 76 I Like Tradition

After leaving the mayor's house, Wu Chang headed towards the police station.

When passing by the cathedral, I saw the fox spirit sweeping up fallen leaves.

Compared to yesterday, Linghu's mood has stabilized a little and he is not as depressed anymore.

When the fox spirit saw him, its mood became noticeably better and it trotted towards him.

"You look much better."

The fox smiled and said, "Thanks to you, I calmed down. You are right. As long as we do what we should do, everything will be fine."

Linghu's profession is a nun, and her hidden side quest is to find the saint. If the saint has ever appeared in Briver, she will definitely stop at the cathedral.

Right now, the fox spirit seemed to be defenseless against him and had an inexplicable trust in him, which was a good opportunity to extract information from him.

Wait, something seemed to be wrong, he should probably do something else, but never mind, now was not the time to be distracted.

Wu Chang shook his head, threw away the inexplicable sense of disobedience, and asked:
"How was your time at the Cathedral?"

When Linghu heard Wu Chang asking about him, a smile appeared on his face.

"Everyone in the church is very friendly. They are much easier to get along with than those people in the workplace, especially the priest. He will lead us in prayer after dinner. After praying, we will feel much calmer and our temporary willpower will be increased by 0.5."

Wu Chang was a little surprised. Other professional jobs would reduce attributes, but how come nuns could increase temporary attributes after completing their work?

He really wanted to ask whether the church was short of people and whether it was hiring part-time workers.

The fox continued, "The only abnormality is that the bishop is a little weird. He sewed his own eyes shut with rough wire. Every time I see him, I always feel like I'm being watched by something dangerous."

Wu Chang nodded, wrote down the bishop who had his eyes sewn shut, and then asked, "Why didn't you tell Jian Xing about this information last night?"

The fox whispered, "I'm worried that he will ask me to test the bishop."

"Then you can tell me with confidence?"

"You will not."

Wu Chang shrugged. He didn't think he was that reliable, and he didn't know why Linghu had confidence in him.

"By the way, how are you doing?" Linghu paused for a moment, as if mustering up the courage to ask.

"I'm fine. I'm on my way to deliver the sheriff's package." Wu Chang said, waved to Linghu, and continued walking towards the police station.

Seeing Wu Chang's perfunctory response and his hasty departure after receiving the information, Linghu looked disappointed, "So urgent..."

Wu Chang thought of something halfway through his journey. He expected to have a lot of gains today, and he might need the church knowledge learned from the fox spirit, so he turned around and shouted:

"I will come to see you tomorrow, remember to wait for me."

The fox smiled and replied, "Okay!"

Arriving at the police station, Wu Chang did not see Morena in the hall, so he turned to the hamster who was mopping the floor and asked:

"Where's the sheriff?"

The hamster pointed to the closed sheriff's office and whispered:
"When the sheriff arrived today, she locked herself in her room and refused to open the door no matter who knocked. There's something strange about her. You should be careful."

"Understood." Wu Chang made an OK gesture and walked towards the sheriff's office.

dong dong.

"Sheriff Morena."

A hoarse and trembling voice came from behind the door: "What's the matter?"

Wu Chang: "There is an email for you."

"Leave it at the door."

"There's one more thing I need to trouble you with. Mayor Harrison gave me a letter of recommendation, and I'd like you to sign it."

squeak~
The door to the sheriff's office opened a crack.

Wu Chang thought he was going to slip the letter of introduction through the crack in the door, but as he got closer, Morena suddenly reached out and pulled him into the house.

As the hamster said, Morena was not in good shape.

She was huddled in her office chair. Her healthy wheat-colored skin was now pale. She was sweating a lot, and her white shirt was soaked with sweat, revealing her black underwear underneath.

She hugged her legs with one hand, trying desperately to stop her body from shaking. With the other hand, she let go of Wu Chang, pushed her messy red hair aside, then bent her index finger and put it in her mouth and bit it gently.

Wu Chang frowned. Morena's condition seemed like some kind of withdrawal reaction.

Morena bit her finger and looked up at him, "Harrison wants you to join the town council?"

"Yes, I would like you to be my recommender." "What a lucky guy, you don't know what kind of miracle you are about to enjoy." Morena muttered softly.

Morena seemed to have thought of something, stood up from the chair and walked in front of Wu Chang.

The two were very close, so close that Wu Chang could feel Morena's breathing and smell her scent.

Isn't it said that a beautiful girl's sweat smells like strawberry? Why does Morena's sweat smell like a faint fishy smell?
Did you spray some Houttuynia-scented perfume?

Morena leaned close to Wu Chang and said, "It's not impossible for you to join, but it depends on your performance."

Wu Chang grinned and said reluctantly, "Sheriff, I sell my art but not my body."

Of course, if Morena insists, it is not impossible to cover the nose.

Morena spoke in a hungry tone, saying something very disappointing.

"I don't want your body, at least not now. I want half of what you get tonight. If you agree, I will sign!"

Wu Chang wondered, "What will I get?"

"miracle!"

“Can a miracle be cut in half?”

"can!"

Wu Chang shrugged, "Deal then."

He was not prepared to argue with Morena over something that he had not yet obtained.

If what you get is really amazing, you can regret it then.

After getting Morena's autograph, only Marty was left.

According to the agreement made that evening, Wu Chang waited until four o'clock in the afternoon, when the grocery store closed, and walked in through the back door.

Marty was right. The back door of the grocery store was very remote and surrounded by weeds and bushes, so no one would notice someone entering from there.

In the grocery store, Marty was the only one at home. Wu Chang checked around in spirit form and found that there was no one else in the house.

After stepping on the spot, he coughed and rang the bell placed at the back door entrance.

Soon, heavy footsteps were heard on the wooden floor.

As the footsteps approached, Marty, who looked like a giant bear, squeezed out of the narrow corridor.

When he saw the package in Wu Chang's hand, he was so excited that his face turned red. He took the package and gave Wu Chang a death hug.

"Brother Sean, it's a shame you didn't come to town sooner. I swear to the Holy Mother, you are absolutely the most professional guy I have ever met."

Wu Chang broke free from Marty's death hug, rubbed his ribs that were squeezed so hard that they hurt, and then took out the letter of recommendation.

"Mr. Marty, I would like you to be my referee."

"No problem! You deserve it!"

Marty signed his name on the recommendation letter on the spot.

"Brother Sean, do you know that since the establishment of the town council, the number of council members has remained at 21, never more or less."

"Your appearance breaks this convention!"

Marty handed the letter of introduction signed by three people to Wu Chang.

"Congratulations on becoming the 22nd town councillor. To be honest, I have always hated those meaningless traditions. Traditions should be broken for outstanding talents, especially for someone as outstanding as you!"

Wu Chang smiled modestly, "I am very happy to receive everyone's recognition. I will continue to work hard."

Marty: "I'm rooting for you!"

Leaving from the back door, Wu Chang put the letter of introduction into his personal space and turned to look at the grocery store.

Unlike Marty, he likes traditions, especially those that are ritualistic.

He tilted his head slightly and looked at the messy bushes. His true self, dressed in a black robe, walked out from behind the bushes and walked silently towards the back door of the grocery store.

There have always been only twenty-one town councillors, what a wonderful tradition.

When new people come in, old people should be eliminated.

You are right.

(End of this chapter)