Heir to the Kingdom of 1.4 billion people

Chapter 14 They robbed me!

He had heard Berg say before that all white text was called the mortal level, and above the mortal level was the extraordinary level, at which time the text above the head would turn emerald green.

After reaching this level, no matter what profession, even a farmer can gain all kinds of wonderful and incredible abilities, and people at the extraordinary level can hide their professional protection.

The Clay merchant who had no professional protection on his head and whom they ambushed earlier should be an extraordinary professional.

Fortunately, the other party was a businessman. If it was the extraordinary knight in front of him, Xia Mingyu had no doubt that he and Berg together would not be able to withstand the other party's sword.

The ranks of identity and profession are separate. It is very likely that a person's identity protection is white, but his profession protection is green.

Berg had always hoped to improve his Hunter's Protection to the extraordinary level, but unfortunately, because there was no one to teach him and he had no knowledge about promotion, he made no progress in three whole years.

"This chain mail looks really good. If I were to fight in it and wear a helmet, I could easily defeat ten people at once."

Xia Mingyu adjusted his straw hat and thought to himself.

He was wearing a round straw hat that was so huge that it looked funny. Although it was a bit ugly, it could cover the label on his head very well.

If it weren't for it, Xia Mingyu wouldn't have risked exposing his identity to the nobles and come to watch.

In addition to this, he wore a linen robe that covered his modern clothes.

"Chief of Fruit Basket Village, come and see me quickly!" The knight shouted after seeing that the number of people around him was no longer growing.

A moment later, Robert, wearing a sheepskin robe, walked out of the crowd and slowly came to the front of the knight.

"Dear Knight Thorin, I am the village chief Robert. On behalf of all the villagers, I welcome you."

Robert bent down and said respectfully.

"Is everyone here?" Thorin asked coldly.

His expression was stern, and his voice was like the collision of cold iron.

"Sir, all the villagers of Fruit Basket Village have arrived here."

Robert looked around and bowed again.

"According to the regulations of my lord, your great lord Viscount Hughes, the agricultural tax and hunting tax that your village has to pay this year totals twenty-one silver soles and seventy-four copper soles. Have you prepared them all?" Thorin said in a deep voice.

"Sir, everything is ready." Robert said with a smile on his face.

He gestured behind him, and a villager came under the old oak tree with a bulging purse in his arms.

"You, go and take inventory."

Thorin casually pointed at a follower behind him and gave an order.

The attendant dismounted and began to carefully count the money in the purse.

The sound of coins being rubbed continued to be heard, and the surrounding villagers looked at the scene with nervous eyes.

After all, the next result determines their fate.

Will he be able to continue to live a stable life as a farmer, or will he be demoted to a slave and spend the rest of his life in endless humiliation and excessive heavy work, slowly waiting to die?
"Lord Thorin, the money has been counted. It is twenty-one silver soles and eighty bronze soles."

After a long time, the follower raised his head with a hint of joy on his face.

"Well done, you have perfectly fulfilled your responsibilities as subjects."

Hearing this, the frown on Knight Thorin's face relaxed slightly, and he praised Robert in an approving tone.

"It is our honor, sir. May God bless the great Lord Hughes." Robert responded quickly with a bow.

He didn't know how many times he had to bend down that day. "Very good, if only other villages could be as loyal as you." Knight Thorin nodded slightly.

"I don't know what happened this year, but several villages failed to pay their taxes, forcing me to take them away and sell them to slave traders."

"The taxes set by my benevolent lord are already the lowest in the entire Kingdom of Sosia, yet these serfs still can't meet the bill. They are truly foolish and have completely wasted the lord's kindness!"

Thinking of not being able to complete his lord's task, Knight Thorin couldn't help but complain, looking indignant.

"Yes, yes, those people are really ungrateful."

Robert had a smile on his face, but in his heart he felt deep sympathy and sadness for the villagers who were about to be sent to the slave capital.

If their village had not met a noble and generous prince, they would probably have gone down the same strange path.

"Alright, I still have to go to the next village to collect taxes. In consideration of your paying the full amount, I will ask my lord to give you some spiritual rewards."

After ordering his attendants to put the purse into the carriage, Knight Thorin turned his horse around and prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute!"

Just as Knight Thorin was about to leave with his followers, he saw a traveling merchant riding a horse and shouting from a distance.

This scene made Xia Mingyu and Berg in the crowd look nervous.

Because that man was the Clay merchant Mills who was ambushed by them a few days ago.

"Merchant, what can I do for you?"

Looking at the panting Mills in front of him, Knight Thorin frowned slightly, stroking the hilt of the sword at his waist and questioning.

His time is very valuable and he doesn't want to waste it on a businessman.

"I want to expose that the taxes paid by the villagers here were all stolen from me!" Mills said angrily.

Upon hearing this, Knight Thorin's eyes turned cold.

"Enough! Merchant, this is my lord's land. If you dare to slander his subjects, I will cut off your tongue!"

Thorin drew the long sword from his waist. It was a fine steel sword that gleamed in the sun, and the sharp tip of the sword pointed directly at the merchant's head.

This scene frightened Mills so much that his face turned pale. He knew very well that the other party could cut him in two with just one sword, and even his ability as a liar merchant would not work.

Because the knight killed him for the sake of his people, it was undoubtedly a legitimate act.

At this moment, Mills was so frightened by the fear of death that he wanted to retreat, but in the end, his desire for the lost money and the resentment in his heart supported him to continue standing there.

"Knight, Sir Knight, I am the Merchant Mills. As you can see, this is my professional protection."

Mills swallowed and spoke tremblingly.

Next to the civilian label above his head, another label appeared - "Merchant of Lies" written in emerald green text.

After seeing the green label, Knight Thorin's attitude immediately softened a lot, and he even put the drawn sword back into the scabbard at his waist.

Because even if Mills is just a businessman, since the other party has been promoted to an extraordinary position, he needs to give the other party the respect he deserves.

This is the tacit understanding and consensus among almost all extraordinary people.

"Mills, what evidence do you have to prove that the taxes paid by the villagers here are the coins you were robbed of?" Knight Thorin said coldly.

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