This Holy Knight is So Despicable!
Chapter 60: The Triennial Debt Collection Competition

Chapter 60: Chapter 60: The Triennial Debt Collection Competition

"Ready?"

A large crowd had already gathered early in the morning on the street in front of the Holy Temple Council Hall.

These folks were top talents handpicked from various shops by the guild president, Grandet!

They were eager, raring to go, all yearning to show off in front of the big boss Lette!

The opportunity to change their lives lay right before them. They had to consider whether this would be their only chance in life.

Lette sat at the very front of the queue, holding a megaphone made from stiff paper, wearing a vest sourced from who knows where, and a flat cap on his head.

"Ready! Go!"

"Yes!"

The first in the queue was none other than guild president Grandet, famed as a master of flattery, a superstar sycophant!

When he heard Lette was putting on such a show, he fully supported it, finally deciding to participate personally as president and even secured an important opening role.

It must be said, he was really willing to go all out. He also set a model example for everyone behind him.

He swiftly approached the Holy Temple Council Hall entrance, took a deep breath, and then shouted angrily at the bewildered Holy Temple Members inside.

"F** your mother! Refund!"

Simple, crude, but effective!

Lette was also very satisfied, praising Grandet to the other participants behind him.

"Look at your president! I remember him because, back in the day, when he was being chased by Holy Hall people while pushing his cart, he still didn’t forget to shout his offers!

Listen to that shout, high notes are bright! The midrange is steady! The low notes are deep! Full of conviction!

Seems like even though he’s made it in these three years, his basic skills are still there!

What are you standing there for, applaud!"

The people in the queue immediately started clapping, whistling, and shouting things like how handsome the president was and how great he cursed.

Originally, Grandet was a bit nervous, but hearing so many people supporting him from behind and seeing Lette giving him a thumbs-up, his back straightened instantly!

At this moment, a permanent councilor quickly ran out from the Holy Temple, his face full of embarrassment.

"Oh my! Isn’t this my old friend, Mr. Grandet? What brings you here today?"

"Who’s your old friend?"

Grandet waved his hand: "Who’s your old friend! Let me tell you! I’m here to collect debts today!"

The other party was bewildered: "Collect debts? What debts? The Holy Temple has no financial interaction with the commercial street!"

Grandet loudly proclaimed: "How so! Every year, our commercial street donates a large sum to the Holy Temple Council to refurbish and renew the Holy Temple Council Hall! How is there no financial interaction?"

The councilor spread his hands: "Mr. Grandet, you said it yourself, it’s a donation. Since it’s a donation, how can there be talk of repayment?"

"Our donation is for renovating the council hall! But after three years, not even a tile has been changed, yet the money has vanished!

Even though we donated, it was earmarked for a specific purpose!

Your arbitrary appropriation has led to a huge sum disappearing! Shouldn’t you provide us with an explanation?

That’s our hard-earned money!"

Those behind started to jeer, demanding an explanation. The crowd of onlookers grew, quickly surrounding the council hall completely.

Lette saw that things were about right, and gestured to two people beside him.

They immediately took out stacks of flyers from the baskets beside them and started distributing them to the crowd.

"Look, look! The Annual Embezzlement Scandal of the Holy Temple Council!

Three consecutive years, exorbitant renovation donations have disappeared, yet not a single tile was replaced in the council hall!

Is this a distortion of human nature or a moral degradation?

Everyone is welcome to watch this year’s Holy Presence Ceremony’s annual drama!

The ’Disappeared Donations’ series of performances!

New surprises every day to keep you amused!

Meanwhile, the theme song of the series, ’Where Did the Donations Go,’ is spreading like wildfire, stay tuned!"

By this time, the performance in front of the council hall was also reaching its climax.

Grandet finally shouted: "Enough, stop talking! You don’t have money!"

The councilor also waved his hand in anger: "Get lost!"

Then the two took a bow and exited under the watchful eyes of everyone, only for everyone to realize once they reached Lette.

Oh, so this councilor from inside the council hall was also an actor in the performance!

This clever design instantly brought cheers and applause from the crowd.

The other council members of the House of Representatives were utterly clueless. Initially, they were relieved that someone stepped up to take the heat.

Although Holy Temple Members were notorious for only minding their own business, they felt somewhat touched by the person’s boldness to step forward.

By the mid-to-late performance, the council members had many doubts.

If it weren’t for this permanent councilor bantering back and forth with the other party, the commotion couldn’t have gotten this lively.

After all, arguing is a two-person affair, not one yelling alone.

At one point, someone even signaled the councilor to ignore Grandet and come back in quickly.

It turned out, in the end, this guy was in cahoots with the other side!

The council members were furious, never imagining that they had a traitor in their ranks, playing them for fools!

"You two, sit right here and be judges with me!"

Lette shouted with the megaphone: "Come on, number two, get ready, number three!"

As the performance unfolded, various acts began playing one after another.

Singing! Dancing! Even pantomime, magic, and puppet shows!

It could be described as lively and varied.

But regardless of the act, there was only one theme, the sentence Grandet initially shouted—repay the money!

This was practically a grand stage for collecting debts; if you have a talent, join in!

This was no debt collection scene, but a triennial debt collection festival!

The crowd grew larger, and the news of the delightful performance spread like wildfire. The believers who came to worship and tourists who came to sightsee all rushed to see.

Lette, seeing the audience had grown, had several huge magic crystal screens set up to conduct live broadcasts of the performance using projection magic.

The members of the Holy Temple Council were all notable figures, supposedly representing various spheres to aid the Holy Light Church in better development coordination.

But in reality, most saw the council position as a cushy job.

After all, every day had no substantial work; the main job was to find fault and nitpick. People even had to spend money to support them—truly a dream job.

But now, this group was huddling inside the council, watching as those outside changed tricks to humiliate them.

If the humiliation was especially well done, it would earn thunderous applause.

One can only say, the council members’ spirits were crushed, and their reputation stank.

Some council members, unwilling to endure humiliation, tried to sneak out and summoned the Holy New Army, responsible for city security, to demand they disperse the crowd on charges of gathering to cause trouble.

But as soon as Lette slammed the Holy Light Medal on the table, the council member shut up.

Of course, to show he wasn’t bullying, Lette submitted an additional gathering application.

He pulled out a blank piece of paper from his pocket, wrote an application on the spot, and then took out five stamps one by one, stamping them on.

Lette’s intention was clear: I didn’t have an application at first, I was waiting for you to ask.

If you want it, I’ll write and approve it myself on the spot!

Don’t talk to me about complete procedures; my stamps outnumber the procedures!

Lette was determined to make the Holy Temple synonymous with clowns!

What representation of public opinion, what elites—all jokes.

Even if Vanessa could unify this Holy Temple, what waves could it possibly create?

Just as Lette was lounging and enjoying the amusing show, a Holy Knight from the Holy New Army hurriedly ran over.

"Your Highness, there’s a situation in Holy Work Town. According to reliable information, we’ve discovered an unidentified Alchemist crafting dangerous alchemy products."

"This tactic of luring the tiger away from the mountain is just too weak..."

Lette stood up, stretching lazily: "It’s fine though, fishing requires a little give and take. Let’s go! Time to see the quality of this sacrificed piece for the king.

Grandet! Watch the fort! Host one more super grand raffle! Stir up the excitement!"

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