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After a full month of starting up the company, Mousse successfully brought the company down.

During the process, she not only lost some of her gold coins, but also injured dozens of workers, seven or eight of whom had their bones broken.

After all, the education that Mousse had received all along was the slavery education of the dark elves of Naggarond.

For her, except for herself, all other species, even the high elves and dark elves who are also elves, can be enslaved.

Naturally, the system used in Naggaroth, the dark elves, was used.

But it is clear that slavery is outdated. In Bretonnia, the peasants are completely bound to the fields and become the private property of the knights.

But at least the peasants have their own land, and no matter what terrible disaster happens, the knights will not recruit all the peasants in the fields to be cannon fodder.

Farmers can even have their own wealth and have a few full meals on days of good harvest.

There is a huge difference between free people and slaves. Mousse, who still retained the slave mentality, obviously suffered a great loss in this regard.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and the dark elf strode in, then slammed the door and all the windows of the room shut.

A tear flashed in the corner of his eye.

"what?"

Although Windlow's observation skills were not very good, he was still surprised by this abnormal situation.

He immediately stopped what he was doing and walked towards Mousse.

Mousse immediately raised his hand and tilted his head to one side.

"Crying?"

Wendlow stood on tiptoe and looked beside Mousse, but the latter dodged repeatedly to prevent Wendlow from seeing his face.

But in the end, she couldn't hold back the tears. A tear slid across her face, then fell on her chin, and dropped to the ground with a plop.

"You're really crying! What's wrong? What happened?"

In Windlow's understanding, the emotional fluctuations of elves are far greater than those of humans, but they almost never show their emotions on their faces.

Besides, Mousse is a dark elf among the elves, known for his cruelty, violence and bloodthirstiness. How could he actually have such an emotion as crying?

Could it be that what Marius Redolf, the Elector of Ivyland, said was true? Is the world coming to an end?

Mousse snorted, then wiped away his tears with the back of his hand, pretending that he did not show any sadness at all.

"I have no money."

After these words were spoken, and after Mousse's emotional venting and cursing, Windlow finally understood the whole story.

Mousse, who had no idea about business, plunged directly into the process of starting a company.

He thought that he had worked with Wendlow for so long and had also traveled in the human world for quite a long time, so he knew how to make money.

The so-called buying and selling is just buying at a low price and selling at a high price. It’s such a simple thing.

It’s the same when starting a company. First you need a location, then decorate it, and then hire a few people, and you can earn a lot of gold coins.

It seems that you can make money just by mentioning the company's name.

The result is of course obvious, Mousse suffered a huge loss.

She even lost all the gold coins she had saved along the way, which of course included a lot of fines and medical expenses.

Given the Dark Elf's character, the Dread Lord would not pay the fine and medical expenses, but there is a slight difference between the Bretonnian court and the Imperial court.

In the empire, there are indeed professional civil servants who work as judges. These people have no fighting ability except for hitting the gavel, and their scalps can be broken with any hammer.

But in Bretonnia, things are different.

When disputes arose between peasants or knights and needed to be taken to court, the most authoritative and highest-ranking knight in the area would be invited to preside over the situation.

There is no written code of law in Bretonnia, and how to judge depends entirely on the knight's personal judgment.

However, since the knights of Bretonnia have little interest in exchange for other classes, they also believe in justice and fairness as they believe in chivalry.

Mousse naturally lost the lawsuit and had to pay medical expenses and fines for the assault.

Originally in court she wanted to take out the golden badge sword and point it at everyone present to see who dared to take her money.

But unfortunately, the judge of the court was the most authoritative and highest-ranking knight in the vicinity, the Knight of the Holy Grail.

Apart from anything else, it would not be difficult for a Holy Grail Knight to deal with an ordinary Dread Lord.

Mousse had no choice but to pay the fine.

This was why she was crying. All the money she had worked so hard to save for a long time was gone, and at the same time she was being suppressed by others with force. She even wanted to die.

It was like being back to the beginning at the banks of the Reik River in the city of Altdorf, with nothing left.

Wendlow also hugged Mousse gently like he did at the beginning and ruffled her long lavender hair.

"It's okay, it's okay. You can earn money again if you lose it. Now just watch how I do business."

I originally thought that with the ability of Lord Mousse, I could more or less set up a shell company, but the result was a complete waste of a month.

He quickly took out ten gold coins from his wallet and placed them in Mousse's hand for her to hold tightly.

"I'll give you these ten gold coins for emergency use. I'll take care of the company's affairs. You can just sit back and relax."

Looking at the money in his hand, Mousse shed another tear, then immediately restrained his expression, lowered his head and said nothing.

Then he responded to Windlow's hug and held him in his arms.

"Cough cough."

There was a cough outside the door, followed by a knock on the door. The door was slowly pushed open, and the Lord of Glamorgan City, the Holy Grail Knight, slowly poked his head out and spoke in a very low voice.

"Hey, it's not a good idea to have sex in broad daylight. We just need to complete the final agreement, and we must finish it before dark."

Mousse immediately let go of Wendlow and then pushed him hard out the door. She needed quiet now.

The Holy Grail Knight also grabbed Windlow and put his right hand on his shoulder.

Wendlow is such an interesting person.

The peasants in Bretonnia and in his own territory are all illiterate and speak meaningless things.

It was still an imperial man like Windlow who knew more. When chatting with him, he would make the Holy Grail Knight think about his past. In his memory, he might not be from this world.

"I can handle the tax issue here. The Bretonnian tithe is only for agriculture. There are no tax requirements for industry and other industries, but you cannot not pay it."

With his other hand, he stretched out three fingers and said something that could convince everyone. After all, he did not have much knowledge of chivalry, and it would not be good for him to fall again.

"How about a 25% corporate tax and a % split of the remaining profits, % for you and % for me?"