Three thousand four hundred and seventy gold coins......

"So many?!" Morin almost didn't catch his breath when he heard the numbers reported by the academy elves.

In Toddell, all those who have taken the foundation of the Sea of Mana and sworn to become official professionals in the temple are obliged to pay a professional tax to the temple every year, regardless of age, and the tax is determined by the professional level, based on the basic principle that the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, and the higher the rank, the more taxes need to be paid.

This professional tax is used for all aspects of the work of guarding the Flame of Order, such as the training and maintenance of the Frontier Guard Army, the repair and maintenance of fortresses and fortifications, including the expenses of all the academies and educational organizations under the Temple of Order, the expenses of the priests and scholars who serve in the Temple, and the holding of various competitions such as the Command League.

It can be said that it plays a vital role in the fight against chaos.

But three thousand four hundred and seventy gold coins......

Maureen was not from a noble background like Marcus or Strayer, and although Baron Pike's Harriet Harbor was relatively wealthy, most of the tax revenues had a fixed place, such as the construction of the harbor, the maintenance of the garrison, etc., and the tax gold coins at the Baron's free disposal were only thousands of dollars a year without affecting the people.

"Yuan, the Elemental Temple, why don't you grab it......" The young man wanted to cry without tears.

Daddy Pike's hard work of taking care of the affairs of the territory every day Mo Lin also saw it, and when he left home, he didn't ask his father for more crystal cards, and the biggest wealth on his body at this time was the magic power in the small puddle of magic power, but even if all the magic power was transferred to the magic crystal card and sold it, it was only worth a thousand gold coins, and there was a lot of loss in the transfer process.

"Why don't you go to Professor Wang Del and sign a deed of sale...... I don't know if I'm worth so much money......" Mo Lin muttered, and after a while, he said frantically: "It doesn't make sense, how can we earn so much money just second-order professionals?!

"Uh......?" Barron's deep voice rang out.

When the Kadir boy returned from his combat lesson, he heard the boy's lamentation.

"Merlin, you've also received a tax notice from the elves!" Barron scratched his bald head and said with some confusion, "Did you just say that we pay too much tax? ”

"Even if Barron has a strong sense of professionalism, it's too much, isn't it?!" Morin gestured with his hand a big pie: "Isn't it that the higher the rank of the profession, the more we pay, we are only the second order, right?! Why do you pay this-so much!"

"What?" said Marcus with a frown.

Mo Lin immediately gave him a roll of the eyes, what kind of fun are you from a big nobleman with a private pocket money of more than five figures.

"Not too much...... said, Tilna said calmly.

Morin glanced at Tilna and was stunned for a moment: It turns out that Senior Sister Tilna's net worth is also so rich, and she didn't expect to be as rich as Marcas, but also, Vesdemon's usual dress is quite exquisite, although she doesn't spend money lavishly, she doesn't look like she's short of money.

The young man waved his hand to Tilna helplessly, signaling that you rich people don't understand the world where senior sister is short of money.

"Morin...... Not much, is it...... After all, we're professionals......" Aeno said timidly.

The little vampire rarely has the opposite opinion with Morin, and at this time, seeing that the young man suddenly felt that the occupational tax was too heavy for some reason, she couldn't help but feel a little anxious in her heart: "Morin, don't you care much about the glory of professionals, even if you are really reluctant, don't complain about the high occupational tax here, how bad it is for others to hear it......"

As he spoke, Emino couldn't help but sneak a glance around, for fear that the others in the lounge would have an unwanted impression of him when they heard Morin's remarks.

"Huh?!" Morin froze this time.

He turned his head to look at Aeno's worried gaze, obviously not joking, and his heart cracked.

"Something is wrong!"

"There's a problem!!"

"There must be something that hasn't been turned around!!"

Barron's sense of justice is bursting, and it doesn't matter if he pays all the money, it's understandable, the mechanical gloves in Marcas's hands are worth five figures, and it's understandable that he doesn't care about paying some taxes, Tilna's background is not bad, and the Vismo Spirit may have special financial resources, and it is understandable that he thinks that the professional tax is not much.

But!

Doesn't Aeno think it's too much......?!

My favorite song is Goblin's "I love gold more than everything" Aebro, my favorite book is Aeno from the League of Tricksters' "Iluvita Money Guide", and the most wanted course is [The Power of Gold] Aeminor, who is known as a little vampire who is a fan of money, doesn't I think it's too much?!

Impossible...... It doesn't make sense...... Is it really my low ideological consciousness......

Everyone looked at Morin in confusion and worry, and Morin's blue eyes were full of confusion, and gradually, Marcas and the others found that there was a trace of panic in the young man's eyes, and then the trace of panic became heavier and heavier, as if Morin in a daze thought of something extremely terrible.

After a while, the pale-faced young man finally spoke slowly.

"You...... You," I just listened to Maureen squeeze out his question word by word:

"Your ...... Salaries Tax ...... Finally...... Be...... How many ......?"

……

"Your ...... Salaries Tax ...... Finally...... Be...... How many ......?" asked Morin, word by word.

"Six hundred and fifty gold coins. Barron looked at Marcas.

"Four hundred and thirty gold coins. Marcas looked at Tierna.

"Three hundred and eighty gold coins. Tilna looked at Eminor.

"Four hundred gold coins. Aeno still looked at Merlin worriedly.

"......" The boy suddenly felt out of breath.

"Three, thousand, four, hundred, seven, ten, gold!" he said, word by word, his eyes blank.

"What?!!!" everyone exclaimed in unison.

"Three thousand four hundred and seventy gold coins. The boy gritted his teeth and repeated it again, only to feel the crunching sound in his heart, the blood gushing, and the Duang Duang Duang being smashed to pieces by the sledgehammer.

"How can there be so many ——?!," everyone exclaimed in unison.

Maureen almost vomited out a mouthful of old blood.

What am I talking about? I'll just say there's a problem! How can it be okay?! When did you guys become so ideologically conscious? It turns out that your salaries tax is not as much as what I have to pay!

No!

Except for the third-order Barron, Marcus and Tierna and Aeno don't have more than a fraction of what I do!

"Proof of Transfiguration, Proof of Transfiguration!" Mo Lin trembled and summoned his gray professional crystal plate: "And yours, your Proof of Transfiguration, summon it quickly!"

Several other people hurriedly summoned out the professional crystal plates of different colors.

The Proof of Transmogation, also known as the Career Badge, is a translucent crystal the size of a book, which can prove identity and display professional-related information and rank in addition to storing magic cards, and is made by the temple and distributed to every professional who has taken the oath.

"Show information about career badges, Salaries Tax ......," Morin said weakly.

He saw a long sword engraved with three stars on the Barron's red transfiguration card, which represented a third-order warrior (high-level full-time warrior or three-star full-time warrior), and next to it was written the tax payable for the main profession: six hundred gold. There is also a warhammer next to the sword, which is supposed to symbolize the class "Kadir Ice Warrior", and next to it is written the subclass tax amount: Hardware.

Taking another look at Marcas's transformation certificate, the main profession is a second-order mage, and the tax payable is three hundred gold, and there is also a deputy professional mechanic next to it, and the superimposed tax amount: one hundred and thirty gold. Emino is a second-order mage tax of 300 gold plus a pharmacist tax of 100 gold. Tilna is a 300 gold mage tax plus 50 gold Scholar tax plus 30 gold Commander tax.

After scanning the evidence of the other people's transformations, Merlin finally looked at his gray crystal plate.

Sub-class, second-order mage, superimposed tax: 300 gold,

Vice-occupation, first-order scholar, superimposed tax: fifty gold,

Subclass, Junior Commander, Stacked Tax: 30 gold,

Subclass, Junior Gunner, Stacked Tax: 40 gold,

Sub-class, first-order warrior, superimposed tax: fifty gold,

And in the center of the crystal plate is a door-like rectangle symbolizing the occupation:

The main profession, the fatalistic mage, the tax payable: 3,000 gold.

His eyes were dark, his vision was a little blurry, and he couldn't see it very clearly, maybe it wasn't the number he thought, Mo Lin gritted his teeth and looked at it again, the tax payable on the side of the karma mage's professional badge.

Three thousand gold, indeed three thousand gold.

His eyes went black again, and the boy finally fainted completely.

……

Don't want it, really don't want it, I don't want this profession anymore, can't I not want this little puddle of magic...... Morin wanted to cry without tears.

When the vision finally recovered, I saw the surprised faces of my friends, oh, these guys are still looking at their gray professional crystal plates, are they frightened by the young man's profession? I told you at the beginning that my profession as a fatalistic mage cannot touch the sea of magic but is connected to a separate small puddle of magic, but you still don't believe me at the time and say that I made up the story whimsically.

Now you know how pitiful this profession is!

It's a little puddle of magic with its own powers...... Pit...... Pit...... Pit...... What a profession!!

"Why is Morin's career badge so much to pay?!" Evenno asked, puzzled, as the two of them left Morin aside to discuss the tax.

Tierna glanced at everyone's transformation evidence again, and said in a low voice: "There is indeed a big difference in the tax amount of different professions, for example, the mechanic of Marcus has to pay one hundred and thirty gold, the apothecary of Avino has to pay one hundred gold, and the ice warrior of Barron only needs to pay hardware, and this difference should get bigger and bigger with the increase of the professional level." ”

"Why, it's so unfair!" said Evenor.

"That's it, why are your professions so expensive, and I, the Ice Warrior, are worthless!" Barron was indignant.

"The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility," Marcas said on the side, "In terms of professional tax, on the one hand, it is reflected in the higher the rank, the more taxes are paid, just like Barron, your main profession, the third-order warrior, has to pay six hundred gold more than all of us, but on the other hand, it is also reflected in the fact that the higher the value-added ability, the more taxes are paid." ”

"What is value-added capabilities?"

"To put it simply, it's the ability to make money, such as making mechanical concoctions. ”

"Then why does Morin's profession cost 3,000 gold?"

"I don't know. Marcus replied cleanly.

So several people looked at Morin.

And Morin looked at the people with a helpless look: "Now you should think that my professional tax is too high, right?"

The four of them nodded in unison.

"Believed—"

"Then you should believe that I can't touch the sea of magic because of this class inheritance, which is connected to the small puddle of magic water, right?"

The four of them shook their heads in unison.

"I don't believe it—"

“……”

……

The laws and regulations of the Holy Alliance stipulate that professionals are required to pay professional tax to the temple every six months, and the tax amount is calculated according to the professional level at the time of payment, and if it is not paid for more than three months, it will leave a bad record.

In order to avoid special circumstances such as expeditions, the temple allows a one-time payment of Occupation Tax for up to three years, and the amount of tax due for the advancement of the profession during those three years is paid after the expiration date.

So Morin had three months to gather three thousand four hundred and seventy gold coins.

It is certainly possible to borrow from a large student like Marcus, but that means that Maureen cannot afford to be a professional.

This is something that the teenager will never tolerate.

In fact, like other people's tax amount of three or four hundred gold is relatively reasonable, Avino spent more than two months in the summer vacation to accumulate hundreds of gold coins by meditating, but more than three thousand gold coins can't be made up by meditation anyway, and Morin can't use meditation to accumulate magic power.

But no matter what, the culprit has been found, a fateful mage, and a fatalistic mage!

Let's not talk about last night's nightmare.

Annoyed, Merlin could now open his eyes and see the little puddle of magic that he didn't know where he was in the void, laughing at him.

Now maybe the small puddle of mana also has the advantage of a large mana capacity and a fast absorption speed, but as the level increases, the mana capacity of everyone's body is getting higher and higher, and the capacity of the small puddle will become more and more useless, after all, it is only about the same as the capacity of a sixth-order crystal card.

And what about the price to be paid for this role at this stage?!

Not being able to touch the Sea of Magic, not being able to use magic cards, and having to go to Brand's class every week to suffer, I endured these teenagers.

But you still have to pay ten times the professional tax?!

Obviously, my second-order mage is the highest professional rank, but this fatalistic mage is still a scoundrel of my main profession.

Wait, what a year to think fiercely, small puddle or something, don't let me find a way to make money with you, otherwise I won't be called Morin if I don't use you to death!

After venting his frustration at the magic puddle and cutting Blackie's crystal card rations in half, Merlin finally packed his belongings and went to the class taught by Teacher Ed with Evenno.

Introduction to magic card making.

Meditation consumes mana, the success rate of concoction potions is too low, and the old man of the moon god who participates in the gamble of Bob's seniors has never blessed himself, and it is estimated that he will not make much money selling coolies near the academy, after all, there is no shortage of warriors or magicians near the academy.

This course is the boy's last hope.

If you can't learn how to make cards or don't have talent, the success rate is too low to make money, so you have to consider using that special ability to complete some ancient manuscripts.

Scholars such as the Sky Ring have always rewarded them for similar work, and when the time comes, go to the trusted Professor Anna and confess their abilities, and if the results of their work are put in the name of Anna Goo, they may be able to avoid being caught by those old men to do a lifetime of hard labor.

Let me learn card making for someone who can't use magic cards, and say that I have talent, Mr. Ed, you must be reliable this time......

Nervously, Morin and Evenno arrived at the card-making classroom.

A sea of people.