Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire.

Chapter 53: Noah's People, Tithe and Tax
“Praise Noah!”

Pompey, who had just gained his freedom and escaped from slavery, kowtowed devoutly to the holy mountain in his mind. There were a few voices echoing him from the crowd on the roadside, but most people did not even look at him, because it was commonplace. Only foreign merchants cast curious glances.

After carefully completing the ceremony of worshiping the holy dragon, Pompey, who had become a free man and stood up again, couldn't help but reveal a bit of confusion in his eyes.

As a slave, he only needed to do three things every day: eat, sleep, and farm. But when he became a free man, he had no land and he didn't know what to do for a moment.

Pompey actually knew that there were many jobs in the city of Elisim that were specifically provided for homeless free men like him.

However, he did not want to apply for a job for the time being. He wanted to adapt for a few days and breathe the air of freedom. However, in his aimless wandering, Pompeii unknowingly returned to the place where he had worked as a slave.

It was a field with waving wheat waves. There were many people working here as slaves, just like him before. However, they were no different from the free farmers not far away.

It has to be said that this is a strange sight that can never be seen in other cities, and it is completely different from the miserable life that Pompeii had imagined before being transported here as a slave.

Apart from the legendary kingdom of gods where one does not have to worry about illness, hunger, or being disturbed by wind and rain, Pompeii could never imagine that there would be any place better than here, a place where even slaves are treated as human beings.

"Pompeii, didn't you go to cancel the slave contract? Why are you back?"

A familiar slave saw Pompey in confusion and called out to him.

"I have been released from my bond and am now a free man."

Pompey involuntarily used up all his strength and shouted loudly.

"Well done, Pompey, you are the first of us to be freed from slavery."

"I really envy you, but it won't be long before I become like you."

Pompey's voice attracted a lot of attention. A few of them were envious, some praised him, some cheered loudly, and some rolled up their sleeves and continued to work without saying a word. They were greatly encouraged, after all, a living example was right in front of them.

"Have you looked for a job?"

"Not yet. I want to look for a job in a few days."

Pompey answered subconsciously.

But to be honest, he would rather be a happy farmer like he was before he got rid of his slavery, because the land he cultivated was owned by the Holy Dragon.

Although no one had seen it, everyone said that the wise lord listened to the advice of Saint Dragon and allocated two hundred hectares of land to Saint Dragon as a reward.

"Go to the city to find a job? But what else can you do besides farming?"

"I……"

Pompeii was immediately stunned. He really didn't know what he could do after leaving the land.
"I don't know. If I had land, I would continue farming. Unfortunately, I don't have any."

"If you don't mind, you can continue to cultivate the land for me."

At this time, Pompey heard a slightly childish voice coming from behind him. The changes in the expressions of the slaves who were still working around him clearly revealed to him that there must be a noble existence behind him at this moment.

Pompey turned around quickly, and then was stunned. As he guessed, there was indeed a very distinguished person behind him. He was a tall young man dressed so gorgeously that he didn't know how to describe or praise him. His stature was as big as a mountain, and even though there was still some distance between them, he was extremely oppressive.

The thick black hair that shimmers in the sun shows that this young man has the most noble surname in this land.

But such a noble young man has a cat on his head whose fur shines golden in the sun?

Such strange and bizarre shapes and combinations made Pompeii, who had little experience, stunned for a long time. Then he hurriedly knelt on the ground, lowered his head deeply, and dared not say a word.

Because his behavior just now was considered an offense to the nobles. According to his knowledge, some nobles would whip and kill commoners if they did not kneel in time.

"Get up and talk."

When his body began to tremble unconsciously due to fear, Pompeii saw a pair of boots suddenly appear in front of him, and then he heard a steady and powerful voice.

Why are there two different voices?

A doubt naturally emerged in Pompey's mind, but when he stood up with trepidation, he saw that the golden cat squatting on the young man's head spoke,

"You haven't answered me yet? Are you willing to continue to cultivate the land for me? As a free man, you will receive a portion of the harvest from the land as payment."

"Yes, I do!"

Unspeakable ecstasy surged from Pompeii's heart. His brain didn't need to think at all. Under the overly strong emotional stimulation, the answer came out of his mouth.

"Why don't you ask yourself how much you can gain from your labor?"

Noah, who was squatting on top of Teddel's head, looked at the thin young man in front of him, with a strange light in his eyes.

Not long ago, he successfully mastered a new form of transformation, and just as Teddel came to find him, Knight Noah went down the mountain, and his first stop was to inspect his land.

Although the land and slaves allocated to him by the Augustus family were originally used for experimental purposes, the land allocated to him would naturally not be taken back.

"I……"

Pompeii had already vaguely guessed the identity of the golden cat, but he didn't dare to believe it, because the legend really appeared in front of him, talked to him, and made promises to him, which made his brain almost crash.

"According to the tithe, you need to pay me one-tenth of the output of the land as rent, and the rest of the grain will be yours."

Seeing the skinny young man who seemed to have guessed his identity and was therefore at a loss for words, Noah just found it interesting and told him the reasonable share after careful consideration.

In an instant, there was silence in the fields. Pompeii's body trembled violently, his lips quivered, the corners of his eyes gradually became moist, and then tears flowed down.

An indescribable strong emotion erupted in his heart, piercing through all his mind and emotions.

At this moment, Pompey could only express his emotions in the way he thought was most appropriate. He crawled on the ground, and used all his strength to lower his head until his forehead touched the ground.

"Holy Dragon Noah, I am willing to dedicate my whole life to you!"

(End of this chapter)