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Moshi now sits in a thick leather tent, surrounded by a charcoal stove and on a fur carpet.

The charcoal fire burned vigorously.

He gently rubbed his itchy fingers.

In addition to him, there sat cross-legged the noble boy and the tax collector.

"I woke up to find myself lying on the shore and didn't remember anything. "I only remember my name now." I don't even know where I was born, and I forget where it is. ”

"Mr. Moshi, do you mean that you don't know that you are now in the territory of the Duke of Firefinch?" asked the young man, confused. He sat across from Moshi, blinking his beautiful green eyes.

"Actually, I only learned later that this is the northern kingdom blessed by the golden lion King Manlun. And I don't think I've heard of these names at all. ”

"Well, it looks like you really don't remember anything. ”

The boy used a metal clip to dig out a roasted nut from the charcoal fire.

Their fingers are not afraid of burning, and they are very strong, rolling the nuts back and forth for a while, then crushing them and taking out the flesh to eat.

The tax collector sat behind the boy and listened to their conversation in a dignified manner.

As for the collection of taxes, it was decided to save the rest of the work until daylight the next day.

"But you are clearly a Hyanar, born into a noble family—you have a noble face, and you are well versed in magic. The boy said.

"Perhaps. ”

"I have lived in my father's domain for many years since I was born, and I have only seen some other nobles when I entered the royal capital, and perhaps there are families with such a face as yours. But if you forget your last name, it's hard to ask. The boy considered it very seriously, "Perhaps you can try to meet His Majesty." When I got back, I asked my father. ”

“...... Thank you for your concern. ”

Mo Shi looked at the charcoal fire that emitted bursts of heat.

He thought of the girl kneeling in the snow and nearly having her head cut off.

Mo Shi sat up a little straighter, and said what he really cared about: "I beg you, and the tax collector, to forgive the Dobbins for their unintentional mistakes. Even though I have no money and I don't remember my birth, I want you to be forgiving, and I'm willing to do whatever I can to do that. ”

The boy stared at him.

The young man's eyes were always a little puzzled.

"Why do you care so much about them, even though the untouchables have helped you, why do you ......?"

Mo Shi lowered his head, and continued: "Taxes are the fees that the state, the king, and the various lords and lords demand from the public in order to maintain their public power—of course, they are also what the people should pay in return for grace and worship to the gods. ”

Moshi worked hard to phrase his words and phrases as well as possible to correctly correspond to the local language.

"But in the final analysis, taxes are to be used to build territories, maintain order, and demonstrate the authority of the lord. It's about getting, not punishing, for guiding, not destroying. "Therefore, if the tax is not levied in the right way, it will not be able to achieve the desired effect." I think it would be against God's will. ”

The boy was stunned.

The tax collector sitting behind him was also completely stunned, and wrinkled the flesh of his kiss to show displeasure.

The young man suddenly straightened up, walked a few steps on his knees and moved to the edge of Mo Shi, and sat down next to him when he sat down again.

The boy did not have a strong animal odor, on the contrary, he seemed to carry aromatic herbs.

He looked at the boy. The boy shook his head slightly.

He lowered his voice and said to Mo Shi, "The territory of the Duke of Firebird has never been taxed without authorization, and all things are done in accordance with the edict of His Majesty the King. Even this advance taxation is the same, and it is subject to edicts and laws. Can't you remember all these things?"

Mo Shi nodded.

The boy explained: "The kingdom tax is levied every six months from the twenty-first day of winter to the ninth month of the following year, and every four months for the rest of the year. This has been the case since His Majesty King Manlun ascended the throne...... Mr. Moshi, it's better not to talk about it. ”

Mo Shi could hear the young man's kindness.

He knew that the other party had advised him with good intentions.

He then said, "Although I have forgotten my birth and education, I remember the saying, 'The good is gracious.'" I was once cared for by the Dubbins, and I couldn't bear to watch them die because of a mistake. I understand the supremacy of the law, but I ask you to think about the law of accommodation. ”

When the boy heard him say this, he fell into deep thought.

After a moment, he looked up at the tax collector.

"Maybe I can buy her. He looked at the tax collector, then turned back to Moshi, and said, "If I buy the girl as a servant, she will no longer be a member of the Dubbins family, and the Dubbins family will not have to pay taxes for her." ”

It does seem like a good idea.

The young man said happily, holding Mo Shi's hand, and suddenly let go. He had obviously never touched such a slender, fragile hand, and was a little overwhelmed for a moment.

"Your hand...... It's cold without fur protection like this, right? And you seem to be frostbitten. "By the way," said the boy, "I can give her, the commoner girl, to you! ”

The boy nodded, affirming his arrangement.

"That's it for now. When you return to the castle with me and meet my father, the Duke of Firefinch, we will arrange for some better servant to take care of you. A noble Hhyal cannot always be as poorly clothed and mingled with untouchables as you are now. ”

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The girl was able to avoid being beheaded, and at the same time had to be separated from her relatives and homeland.

It was such a hasty and hasty decision, and it was told early in the morning that it was to be set off for the road at noon.

Her injured ear was wrapped in sackcloth and her dress was stained with mud and water. She didn't have time to pack her bags – in fact, there wasn't anything she had to take with her. Her brother couldn't bear her, crying as if he had just been born. Her mother and father stood silently in the doorway.

As the procession of tax collectors passed by, they knelt down to thank the tax collector and the duke's son for their magnanimity. When Mr. Moshi, who had rescued them, stepped out of the carriage, they bowed down and touched their hearts in the highest salute.

Duna knew that she might be a blessing in disguise.

Commoners like them, who were born in a remote village, would have almost never been given the opportunity to enter the castle to serve the nobles and become servants. The lord is not willing to buy them or hire them, they are rough hunters, not good at serving.

The cousin of Maika, the patriarch of Dongge Village, was once recommended by an introducer to serve a countess. She came back once a year for two or three days, and she wore beautiful dresses and brought delicate baked goods.

With envy, everyone asked her about Mrs. Heyal. Despite how she lived, whether it was smooth or miserable, Duna, like the rest of the villagers, did not know.

Now Duna is also going to become the maid of the noble lord.

Fortunately, she will serve the person who was saved by their family and saved her life.

Mr. Moshi, she thought, would not be a bad person.

At least that's what she hopes.