After five nights of trekking, the mad demon caravan finally crossed the wasteland and came to the Iron Grinding City, which was the first human city in Hengdan's land passage out of the continent led by the steel bones, which was built by the dwarves and was initially named the Iron Grinding City.

Built in this kind of place, with such a ghost name, it is self-evident to whom it is addressed, so it was demolished by the King of Steel Bones.

For more than 1,000 years, the place renamed Motiecheng was actually a market-like existence, and the herdsmen of the wasteland oasis and the human villages and towns near Motiecheng communicated with each other, and the spontaneous formation of the bazaar was built to prevent sand thieves.

This was what Mobuck had seen hundreds of years ago when he passed through the Iron Grinding City, but now that he was in this position again, he was shocked by a huge walled wall like a mountain range.

The wall is thirty or forty meters high, almost connecting with the mountains on both sides, and from a distance it looks like a smoother mountain range.

"When did humans build walls like this?" muttered Mobuck incredulously.

It's only been a short three hundred years since the steel bone collar severed its connection with the human world, and there have always been golden skeletons going deep into the human world to drive corpses, so if there are any latest changes, the golden skeletons will be brought back.

I haven't been out for 300 years now, and a wall of this height has been built at the door? How could it be repaired so quickly?

For Mobuck, three hundred years is really a flick of a finger, a few sleeps have passed, and if it weren't for His Majesty's tossing too much, he wouldn't have lived so 'full'.

It's one thing to be full, but the concept of time is not so easy to change, and it is difficult for him to imagine how mankind can build such a magnificent wall in three hundred years.

Just like a country that spent 48 years to build a hydropower station and collapsed on the day the gate was opened, it is difficult to understand why a big foodie country can build a 7 or 8 hydropower station on a river within 20 years.

In three hundred years, more than ten generations of human beings have died, and it is not possible to build a city wall?

However, he looked back and thought about the road that Luo Qiu had cultivated in the steel bone collar, and immediately accepted: "It may still depend on the number of people." ”

With the construction of the city wall, Mobuck had to face a problem: How to get there? Without going through the Iron City, he had to make a detour of three or four hundred kilometers, from the coastal pass where the mountains and the sea meet, to enter the human world.

It was impossible to make a detour, and Mobakla lowered his shadow cloak and floated to the front of the caravan.

The collective downgrade led to a very serious problem, and some of the undead in the caravan could not withstand the fierce sunlight and had to travel at night instead.

Although he hated the sun before, skeletons above the white bones could not die in the sun, but now it is different, and even Mobuck has to put on the shadow cloak that he has thrown away for a long time.

Rushing late at night brought another problem, in the middle of the night, the gate of Motiecheng was not opened.

Staying outside the city gates until the next morning, the caravan was discovered by the guards on the city walls, who quickly called the officers, who inquired about the caravan on the city walls, and when they learned that it was a caravan, they hung down a tax collector named Ander.

"What's the name of your caravan, what kind of goods do you sell, do you have a business license, do you have any tax records?" said Ander's barrage, leaving Mobuck confused.

"Yo, Codex, Books, such beautiful books, high prices. "Ender is no different from the undead horses of an entire caravan and the undead who lead the caravan. The Thorn Wastes are often frequented by fur merchants, and the town of Rose is also frequented by caravanserais, and undead creatures are not uncommon.

On the contrary, the exquisite books made his eyes shine, as a tax collector, of course, he knew how to read, and he could see the value of this kind of book at a glance, which was more exquisite and convenient than the parchment book, and the weight was lighter, and it would definitely be sought after by all the nobles and mages in the whole continent.

Ander was so excited, as a tax collector, his income was tied to the total amount of taxes, and the more taxes he collected, the more bonuses he would get.

But all along, there have been some leather merchants and mineral convoys in and out of the wasteland, all of which are bargains, and the highest value of a single piece is some top-level forging equipment from Rose Town, but those things are not large-scale, and the single piece is small in size, and it can be smuggled into any place you want, and you can't pay taxes at all.

With such a large number of books and high value, they are simply fat sheep sent to the door, which can cut off a layer of oil and water openly.

"For high-value-added fine books, each book is taxed at 40 gold coins, how many books are in total? 10,000 books, and 400,000 gold coins are enough. ”

Mobuck almost didn't have a mouthful of blood spurting out: "You dare to collect my taxes, do you know who I am?" Wait, don't care who I am, I sell a book for sixty gold coins, you charge a tax of forty gold coins, you also charge a tax of forty gold coins for ten gold coins?

"Sixty gold coins? You old undead are dishonest, this kind of book is many times more beautiful than a parchment, you will sell it for sixty gold coins? This is the same size for ten gold coins? You liar, be careful I tell you to dump. ”

"What do you call me? Old undead, little friend, didn't your mother teach you manners? Didn't your father teach you to speak of evil?"

"You...... What do you want to do? Tell the old man, don't ...... a bunch of crossbows and magic bombs are aimed at you on the city wall. Don't mess around. The taxes I set are all based on the law and have laws to rely on. ”

Mobuck glanced at the wall and endured it decisively, Luo Qiu arranged for him to follow the caravan in order to protect the caravan, not to let him attack a wall with a complete defense system.

Such a city wall is estimated to be impossible to break without three or five forbidden spells, and there must be measures to defend against magic.

"Okay, tell me what is the basis, what is the law to follow, you dare to charge a tax of forty gold coins for my book of ten gold coins, I have a price here. Mobuck flipped to the end of the page and pointed to the small line: "Priced at nine points and nine gold."

"There is really a price, but old man, it is written here that it is ten gold, but who knows how many you will sell? You sell such a book for four hundred gold coins, and there are a bunch of people who ask for it, and forty gold coins is one-tenth, a very reasonable tax rate, and only in a border city like our Motiecheng, in order to encourage commerce, there will be such a low tax rate. ”

Ander's words are actually correct, it is impossible to tax goods according to the manufacturer's price, but only according to the market price, otherwise the manufacturer will evade a lot of taxes if the price is falsely declared, and the tax of 10% is not high.

As for selling something for a hundred dollars to ten dollars, that is called dumping.

Ander moved a bunch of laws, regulations, methods, and other provisions to support the reasonableness of this tax rate.

Mobuck had no choice but to move the King of Steel Bones out: "We are a caravan of the Steel Bone Collar, you tax our Steel Bone Collar, have you thought about the consequences?!"

Ander pursed his lips with a disapproving expression: "Don't bluff people with the steel bone collar, do you think you can pretend to be the steel bone collar if you are an undead? No one has come out there for hundreds of years, maybe there will be no one for a long time." ”

Three hundred years, that is already the ancestor of Andezuzu...... It's a matter of grandpa's generation, even the bones have turned to ashes.

Of course, Mobuck can't pay taxes with 400,000 gold coins, and the only way is to return to the nearby oasis first, repay the King of Steel, and let His Majesty have an idea.

Before leaving, Mobuck glanced at Ander deeply and said gloomily: "Little friend, I remember you, I will come back." ”

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