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Chapter 91 Incompatible (Part Two)

"Haha, it's nothing much, Father Fafnir. You've worked hard these past few days, and you've done a good job at your post."

Please take a look at this document. If there are no problems, please sign it. After all, you and I are the only two clergymen in our entire school.

Tyrell smiled and pulled a rather thick document from his desk, handing it to Fafnir.

Fafner took it with a puzzled look and began to look through it:

The paper was new, still smelling of ink. The heading read in large characters, "Contract for Renovation Project of the East District School for Poor Children," followed by a dense list of clauses and detailed specifications.

Classroom desks and chairs procurement:

There are 300 sets in total, each set priced at one silver shield and fifty copper coins, totaling eighteen gold pounds and fifteen silver shields.

Lighting equipment procurement: 20 sets: 20 silver shiks per set; total 20 gold pounds —

Classroom floor renovation: Six classrooms, each requiring materials costing forty silver guilders, totaling twelve gold pounds.

Fafner quickly skimmed through the contract, his fingers moving slowly across the pages. He noticed a long list of items, including "procurement of teaching materials," "procurement of books," "labor costs," and "project management fees," each marked with a hefty price tag.

"Estimated total cost: £260. The client will pay 50% at the beginning of construction and the remaining 50% upon project completion. Client representative: Tyrell Gideon (Head of the Lorraine Poor Children's School) and Fafner Beckett (Head of Finance and Quality Control)."

Representative of Party B: Eastern Branch of "Elf Holy Kingdom Security" Construction Company, September 851, Holy Kingdom

Although Fafner didn't understand the budgets for some specific engineering projects, a set of tables and chairs cost one silver shield and fifty copper coins?

It was significantly more expensive than the market price. Furthermore, not only did the lighting equipment cost twenty gold pounds, which was clearly an inflated price, but the school's teaching hours were only from 8 am to 3 pm. Unless there was extremely rare and severe weather, the classrooms were already well-lit; even on cloudy or rainy days, there was no need for artificial lighting.

Fafner sensed that he must look very unhappy, but he tried his best not to show his displeasure.

Tyrell Gideon asked with a smile, "How is it? Father Fafnir, haha, I've already checked it for you, the numbers are all correct. You're only eleven, it's normal that you don't understand bookkeeping and engineering, it's safe." The construction company is among the best in the entire Holy Kingdom, using only the finest materials—

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"One set of tables and chairs for one silver shield and fifty copper coins?" Fafnir interrupted Tyrell directly.

Tyrell shook his head: "No, Father Fafnir, these are safe construction company tables and chairs, and if they break, they can be replaced with new ones. The price may be a bit high, but that's because of the good quality—"

Why do we need to buy lighting equipment? School ends at 3 p.m.

"What? Father Fafnir, is there a problem with purchasing lighting equipment? What if it rains or is cloudy one day? Won't the sky get darker? Dim lighting is irresponsible to the students. How are the teachers and students supposed to have classes?"

And doesn't the office need lighting? What if I need to work overtime in the office?

Also, what if the distinguished guests from the Holy Land Foreign Affairs Committee come to the school at night?

Fafnir, I must criticize you for this! To utter such irresponsible words for a mere twenty pounds sterling.

Fafnir, not wanting to answer these pointless questions, posed some more questions to Tyrell. Tyrell Gideon answered all of Fafnir's questions, but they were all just repetitive remarks.

"Alright, have you asked everything you wanted to ask? Hurry up and sign it," Tyrell urged.

"Tyril," Fafnir no longer wanted to address him with the respectful title of Mr. Tyril. Fafnir felt his anger rising. "I can't sign this—I, when I was nine, received a charter as an assistant to the regional bishop, took the examination of the Lorraine Treasury Committee, and obtained a bookkeeping qualification certificate. In fact, if it weren't for my age, I could have passed the exam when I was seven. This contract of yours—this is an insult to me." Fafnir felt his body should be trembling. He said bluntly, "I will not sign the financial and supervisory head of this contract because you want to take kickbacks or engage in corruption."

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Tyrell was visibly taken aback, then gave a forced laugh: "Fafner, what are you saying—spreading rumors is punishable by the United Inquisition."

Tyrell was silent for a moment, then said, "Father Fafnir, there are only two of us priests in the school. If you don't sign, who will?"

Don't be angry—it was my oversight. How about this, I'll make the decision myself: you'll get your share of the two hundred and sixty pounds, and the Bishop of Leyton has no objections.”

Fafnir looked coldly at Tyrell: "No."

"You wouldn't even take the gold pounds?" Tyrell's tone turned cold. "Fafner, it's true I didn't intend to give you a share of the profits before, but your words have changed my mind. Let's just give each other a way out. And, I repeat, Bishop Leyton has no objection. You'd better think this through."

"I've thought it through, Tyrell. Enough with the nonsense. Go find someone else. Don't come to me with these pointless questions anymore. Go find someone else." Fafnir pushed open the door and left.

"Don't push your luck!" Tyrell's voice came from behind, accompanied by a loud "smack." Fafnir guessed that Tyrell was probably venting his anger by slamming his fist on the table. How rude of him!

After leaving the office, Fafnir headed towards the classroom. He felt a bit down as he walked towards the classroom, where afternoon classes were about to begin.

Fafnir went to the classroom office to get his textbooks when suddenly, his spiritual senses told him that someone was approaching him from behind, so he quickly turned around.

"Hey, Fafnir, I had another surprise for you," Joelle smiled and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Fafnir, I had classes scheduled last Wednesday and couldn't come to school to help you. This week, I talked to the teacher and canceled that Wednesday afternoon class."

"Ah, thank you, Miss Joelle. Actually, it wouldn't have mattered if you hadn't come."

"I have classes every afternoon this semester, and we had arranged to meet on Wednesdays."

"Oh, right—" Fafnir hesitated, unsure whether he should say it.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?" Joelle asked, puzzled.

"It's nothing. The school's afternoon classes from 3 to 5 have been moved to the alley because—well, the school is under renovation, and the construction workers are busy in the afternoon, making quite a racket, so all classes have been moved outside."

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