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Chapter 2 Pay taxes, militia guard

The next day, morning.

"What's going on with those Divine Grace Knights and nobles who believe in the good God? Why haven't they sent anyone out to maintain order?"

Lor, who had not slept all night, had dark circles under his eyes. He sat behind the manor gate and yawned.

Last night, he occasionally heard the sound of fighting on the street, which made his heart beat fast.

I could only light three candles in the most conspicuous place in the living room to indicate that there were people in the yard and hope that no one would break in.

At this moment, he longed for order more than ever before.

Now he was just a twelve-year-old boy. In a town where at least half of the people had died because of their belief in gods, he didn't dare to go out with money to buy fish.

Only when order is restored can we take action.

Da da da--

Suddenly, a sound of footsteps came from far away.

Lor listened carefully and found that there were at least three people coming.

"Bang bang bang—"

The visitor knocked on the door several times and shouted:
"Is Mr. Rocks home? This is Cotterly."

Cotter is the only baron in the town, Baron Radev's steward. At the end of every year, he is responsible for collecting business taxes from these merchants.

Now the task of confirming the survival status of the merchants in the town obviously fell into his hands.

"Uncle Kotli, my parents have gone to the kingdom of God."

Lor immediately opened the door, glanced at Cotley and the two militiamen behind him, and said with a sad expression.

Although he looked sad, he was actually a little happy in his heart. As long as his acquaintances were alive, his plans would be much easier to carry out.

"Little Luo Er, you should be happy. They will live forever in the kingdom of the God of Wealth."

Seeing Lor open the door, Cotley's eyes flashed with a trace of imperceptible disappointment, but he quickly restrained it, and after a word of comfort, he asked:

"What are your plans for the future? Are you going to inherit your parents' job and continue making salted fish?"

If possible, he certainly wanted to rob Lor directly and get more gold coins, but the two militiamen followed him not just to protect his safety.

"Of course!"

Lor nodded firmly, took out two sacks from his arms and handed them to Kotli:
"Uncle Cotter, the contents of this bag are this year's commercial taxes. Please help me hand them over to the Baron in advance."

"The other bag contains a small token of my gratitude to Uncle Kotli and the two militia uncles for taking the trouble to come here early in the morning."

"If all goes well, it will double next year."

Luo Er had to give the money because the butler knew exactly how much property his family had.

Now we can only bet that the butler will not dare to disregard the Baron's reputation, abandon future profits, and choose to kill the goose that lays the golden eggs.

From all aspects, Lore has considered everything very carefully and the probability of winning the bet is very high.

Upon hearing this, Kotli and the two militiamen behind him immediately smiled.

Kotli took the two bags, opened them and took a look at them, then nodded with satisfaction.
"Okay, I believe with your talent, Luo Er, everything will go well."

One of the bags contained the normal five gold coins of commercial tax, which Kotli did not dare to touch.

The other bag contained one gold coin and eight silver coins, more than three times the five silver coins in previous years.

Even if he divided the eight silver coins among the two militiamen who followed him, he could still get one gold coin, which was a huge profit.

Not to mention, it will double next year.

"Who of you two will stay here to protect little Lor for a few days?"

Kotli turned around, took out eight silver coins and divided them equally between the two militiamen and asked.

The bet was won!
When Lor saw the scene in front of him, he felt relieved.

Order is his only protection now.

"Let me do it." A young militiaman with red hair stepped forward first.

Seeing this, the other militiaman had to retract his foot, feeling a little regretful.

This little guy named Luo Er seems very generous and sensible. If you protect him for a few days, you should get some benefits. "Okay, then Chris, you stay here to protect Luo Er for a few days. I will report to the militia captain when I return."

Kotli nodded, patted Lor on the shoulder, and said with a smile:
"Okay, we still have to go to a few other places to confirm the situation. You can go back and rest first."

After saying that, he turned and left with another militiaman.

"Uncle Chris, you haven't had breakfast yet, right?"

Seeing that Chris looked tired, Lor immediately smiled shyly and asked as he led him into the house.

"I really didn't eat."

Chris rubbed his stomach. He had been busy most of the night suppressing the riots yesterday.

Before he had time to sleep, he was dragged here to accompany the housekeeper to check the population, leaving him with no free time at all.

"Then I'll make some breakfast."

Lor led Chris into the living room and sat him down, then ran to the kitchen, boiled a pot of water, and threw in two salted fish.

He took four more slices of white bread, spread some butter on them, stacked them two by two, and put them on two silver plates.

In a short while, a pot of soup and two breakfasts were ready.

When he entered the living room carrying two portions of bread and a bowl of soup, he could clearly see Chris' eyes light up, as if he was looking forward to it.

This is normal. Ordinary freemen would not eat white bread, which costs one silver coin per pound.

Usually we only eat a little bit of it on Grace Day every year.

As for the salted fish soup, it is not that rare, after all, this is the seaside.

"Uncle Chris, this is yours." Lor pushed a plate over.

"Thank you, little Lor." Chris thanked him, took the plate, and started eating with big mouthfuls, looking very enjoyable.

"It's my duty. After all, I still need you to protect my safety in the next few days." Lor said with a smile.

As he spoke, he suppressed his discomfort, picked up his piece of bread and started eating.

There is no doubt that this thing is not to his taste.

But there is no way, because this is the only condition in this world.
When I am strong enough in the future, I can make some changes, but for now, let’s just forget it.

The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it.

"Uncle Chris, I wonder what the situation is like outside now? I didn't dare to go out the whole day yesterday."

After dinner, after becoming somewhat familiar with Chris, Lor began to ask him about the situation outside.

Chris showed a little envy in his eyes and said:
"The souls of the devout believers of the Great God of Light, the God of Life, the Goddess of Darkness, and the God of Wealth have all been taken to the Kingdom of God. There are more than 12,000 bodies left in the town."

"Unfortunately, I believe in the God of War, so I was not accepted."

“There are also some who believe in other gods and have not entered the Kingdom of God.”

Lor silent, you still feel regretful, just be happy that you can believe in these truly kind gods.

According to the expansion pack he had watched in his previous life, when the gods were in their final struggle, half of them chose to absorb the souls of their believers in exchange for their final revenge, which caused great trauma to the wizards.

The remaining half chose to let the believers live.

"So there are still more than 8,000 people left in the town now?" Lor asked.

Originally there were more than 20,000 people in the town, and more than half of them are gone, so there should still be more than 8,000 people.

I just don't know how many of the fishermen who used to supply his parents are still alive. If there are too few, he may have to look for new sources of supply.

"No, there are only more than 7,000 people at most."

Chris pounded the table angrily: "Some despicable scum took advantage of yesterday's chaos to burn, kill, loot and harm a group of innocent people."

"Yesterday afternoon and evening, following the orders of the Baron, we found and killed those scum again."

"Little Luo Er, to be honest, I'm quite surprised that your place is not visited by those rubbish."

"Maybe it's because I'm lucky?" Lor smiled shyly.

(End of this chapter)