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“It’s really convenient.”

“Like a van with two legs?”

"Not really. More useful than my husband."

There was a burst of laughter in the washing yard, and the harvesting work was completed very quickly.

The villagers expressed their gratitude and a place of comfort was set up. Tables were set up in the hotel's dining hall and outside, and everyone brought food and began the feast.

Everyone enjoyed the food, the men raised their glasses, the children played, and the night gradually fell.

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"In order to give Borek a seat, some preparation needs to be done. Some traitors must be created among the Gaoxi faction."

Removing a member of parliament requires more than two-thirds of the votes in favor. In other words, at least three or more supporters from outside the faction are needed. Kane said this requires internal activities.

"We need money. Denard, you know what you are supposed to do as a tax collector, right?"

"Yes, Lord Kane. If you leave it to me, I will give you the results."

The dark cloud over Becker is spreading.

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“The tax collector is coming.”

As the morning light slowly drew nearer to the end of his morning exercise, Cham began to grow restless.

"I don't seem to be in the mood, why don't you go?"

"May I?"

"sure."

"Then go ahead and whittle it──!" After leaving this sentence, Cham ran away.

"Is this okay?"

"Any questions?"

"It looks like there's something wrong..."

"Anyway, you are the one with the problem. If you don't behave properly, it will be a nuisance to others."

“It’s still going on…”

Tulio is still swinging his sword vigorously. Because the sword path is shaky, it is easy to be blocked. In this way, it is not possible to cut with the sword, but just to hit. If you can't swing the sword accurately, close combat will also become terrible.

Tulio, lying down and unable to move, was placed aside. Ye Kai went out to check on Cham's condition and heard what Varesa said, which was exactly what was said at the beginning.

“The tax collector?”

"Ah, this place comes once every six months, and the tax collector comes to collect taxes."

“Don’t you have to pay taxes?”

It seems that Ye Kai does not have enough common sense on this point.

“This is a tax on goods. If it’s not enough, it will cause more trouble, and there are no good warehouse holders like you. So it will be faster to let the tax collector and the council’s full-time warehouse holder come together.”

"I see."

“It seems that those who pay taxes with money go to Becker, but if it is a tax on goods, then it is common sense to let them come to collect it.”

"Is this more certain?"

This seems to have become a reasonable approach.

A few days later, the streets of Romaku village were lined with jars filled with sugar, which were inspected by tax collectors before taxes were collected.

Mayor Gad waited in front of the urn, and around half past eight or ten o'clock, the tax collector arrived in a carriage with a few 'warehouse holders'.

"I am Denard, the tax collector. Are you the mayor?"

"Yes, I am the village chief Gad, respected tax collector."

"Then let me see it."

"Are these ten urns for tax purposes, and the other thirty acquired as usual?"

After examining the contents of the jar, Dennar frowned and said, “This is terribly done. You said this stuff is worth 200 sigs a jar, which is equivalent to 1 sigs?”

“This is impossible! Please take a closer look. The quality should be no less than in previous years!”

Although with an unhappy expression, Dennar checked the contents of the jar again.

"It's the same no matter how many times you look at it. This stuff is worth 80 sigs at most. We'll take 25 of the jars as tax. I'll buy the remaining 15 for 1,200 sigs."

"This won't work! No one can survive like this. Please, please watch it again!" Village Chief Gad insisted. After all, with 1200 sig, the villagers couldn't survive for the next six months.

Vegetables can be obtained from the fields. Hunting animals can also solve the meat problem. But here, the uncultivated grains and daily necessities must be sold to earn income. At the previous price, some people might starve to death.

“You’re so long-winded. The result won’t change. Thankfully we just charge and take it!”

"Ah, please be more tolerant..." Village Chief Gad knelt down on the street with a pale face.

"Mr. Tax Collector, can I ask you something?" A black-haired young man came out from behind the villagers who were watching worriedly and asked.

"What, who are you? What does it have to do with you?"

"No, I just want to save the tax collector the trouble."

"That's too much trouble. Tell me now."

"So. 25 urns at 80 sig each, that makes a total tax of 2000 sig, correct?"

“What’s the difference?”

"Then I will pay you in cash. Please take it. I will buy all the sugar here."

“What are you talking about. How can I give so much money to someone like you!”

Dennar thought he was a vagrant and looked down on him, but Ye Kai took out a leather bag from the "warehouse" filled with 1000 Sigg gold coins, took out two and handed them to him.

“Is this okay?”

"Nonsense! How could I agree to such a thing?" Denner felt embarrassed.

Buy the sugar jar here and resell it at a high price, giving the profit to Kane, instead of just taking home 2000 SG and calling it a day.

“But you are a tax collector. You should just collect taxes and then go back, right? Is there anything inconvenient?”

“Taxes cannot be collected from outside the village…”

"No, this is the money for the sugar, which is the property of Romaku Village. As far as I can see, this sugar is of the highest quality for brown sugar. The sugar itself is also very useful. If I sell it somewhere else, I will definitely sell it for more than 200 sig. In any case, I will not suffer any loss."

Behind the young man stood a tall man like a warrior and a beautiful woman, putting pressure on him.

"Shut up! Stop talking nonsense! This is the tax collector Denard, who is recognized by the Merchants' Council, and if he says it's okay, then it's okay!"

"I don't quite understand what you're saying. Is it because I don't understand enough?"

The black-haired young man took out a relief with a coat of arms from his neck and said, "Or after reading this, can you explain it to me?"

"That...! That, that could be..." Denner was also one of the people with considerable status. He knew what this meant.

"Holtzlein's Seal!"

The Holy Seal of Holzlein is a pendant relief with the Holzlein royal coat of arms.

This item is only given to people recognized by the Holzlein royal family, proving the royal family's protection. It is generally believed that only important officials of the Holzlein Palace and their families can hold it.

"You seem to be very knowledgeable. In the Knapp Baden Merchant Republic on the Holzlein Trade Road, you should understand the consequences of holding this item and causing problems, right?"