Mawson walked straight to his desk and took a cup and poured Karp's black tea.

Drink it all in one gulp.

"Oh? It so coincidentally that we had something to do for us just over a week ago. ”

Mawson didn't sit down, just stood and waited for Karp to continue.

"What's going on with this Scandinathan Kingdom riot?"

"According to the news that officials who went to various places to collect funeral taxes were killed by civilians, and then civilians in several places rioted at the same time......"

Bogart, who was on the side, explained the matter to Mawson, and he couldn't help but interrupt: "Wait, what kind of tax is this funeral tax?" And how can civilians have the guts to kill the officials of the kingdom and start a riot, when those kingdom troops are vegetarians? ”

"Even you can see that there is a problem, so we don't think it's a coincidence......"

"Hey, Bogart, you're swollen now, what do you mean that even I can see that there is a problem, if you don't explain it to me, we have to compare it well."

"My 40-meter knife is not a vegetarian, let me tell you!"

"Okay, don't make a fuss, let's get down to business." Bogart took it when he saw it, and after a little mockery, he didn't answer his words, and continued what had just happened: "The funeral tax is levied for the king's dog!" ”

"The king's dog was sick and could not be cured, and the king wanted to bury his dog in a grand manner, but he was reluctant to spend his own money, so he thought of such a way, in your usual words, called the public...... What's going on? ”

"Crowdfunding?" Mawson answered.

"Yes, yes, it's crowdfunding, that's a really good definition, and it's a good way."

His sarcasm could also be heard from Bogart's tone, but fortunately he just stopped and continued.

"There is no agriculture in this kingdom, it is all supported by commerce and fishing, and there are all kinds of nominal taxes, and most of the money earned by the commoners is taken away by the kingdom's heavy taxes."

"In the end, such a funeral tax was collected, and it suddenly became the straw that crushed those civilians, so there was this riot."

Hearing this news, I don't know why Mo Sen suddenly wanted to laugh, most of these nobles in this world are really sick.

What did the king of the staff think, the dog died of illness and had to hold a grand funeral for it.

If you are buried, you will be buried, and everyone will have fun.

But isn't this your dog?

You don't love it as much as you love your own son.

If you want to bury him with a grand funeral, shouldn't you pay for it yourself?

You are the king of a country, how much does it cost? Just for a funeral for your favorite dog, you have to raise money from civilians who are a hundred times poorer than you.

So do you love dogs or money?!

This reminded some people in his previous life, who hurried to crowdfund a wave when he was sick, not only to get a good look at his illness, but also to solve his future life, his house to live in, and his car to drive.

Most of the people who raised money for them ended up faring much worse.

The difference is only that one is sold miserably, and the other is that the king can directly force the loot.

Civilian life is already extremely difficult, and you have to scavenge another layer to drive them to a dead end, and if you don't resist, you will have ghosts.

It's no wonder that so many people want to be pirates, and if they encounter such a thing, they can't survive, so why think about it so much.

However, there are really not a few such staffs.

"Originally, the royal army didn't take these rioting civilians seriously, but I don't know where these rioting civilians got a lot of weapons, and the strength of the guy who started the riot was much higher than those who were useless."

Bogart's voice continues.

"Soon the kingdom army was a little unable to support it, but fortunately, there were palace guards, and the private armies of the nobles went out together to resist the rioting civilians, so the kingdom sent a message for help, asking us to help quell the chaos."

After Bogart finished speaking, Mawson nodded, there are indeed a lot of doubts in this.

Several places rioted at the same time, rioting civilians with weapons, and leaders who organized these people together.

If you want to say that there is no one behind the ghost, Mawson dares to broadcast live...... Forget it, poisonous milk harms people!

Karp took over at this time and said to Mawson: "Mawson boy, I believe you can also see the strangeness in this, the old man's opinion is that you should set off immediately, if it is just the internal strife in the kingdom, you will consider it yourself according to the specific situation." ”

"But if there's a pirate pushing behind you, catch them!"

Old man Karp didn't say that, and Mawson had his own ideas.

If the member country is invaded by pirates, it can ask the world government for help, and the world government will send the navy or CP department to help solve the problem according to the situation.

But if it is a war between the member countries, or a civil strife within the country, it is actually not under the jurisdiction of the world government.

In this case, it is reasonable for the navy to make a move.

Because there was a lot going on in this riot, if Karp hadn't done it, he probably wouldn't have paid attention to it at all.

Mawson nodded, ready to turn and leave.

"By the way, after this incident, you have to start to form a special unit, which will be directly under you in the future, and this matter will be talked about when you come back."

Mawson was stunned for a moment, nodded and did not speak.

The task matters.

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In the afternoon, a strong wind suddenly blew on the sea, and it seemed that a snowstorm was coming.

The fishermen of the fishing village of Rio, near the sea, stood in the wind, shivering and waiting for the tax collector of the royal city to come.

Blown by the wind, many people seem to wake up a little bit of their noon drinking.

At this moment, the only way to the royal city was to go.

Three figures slowly appeared in the wind and sand.

The crowd began to riot.

It didn't take long for the three of them to arrive at the place where the crowd was concentrated.

A well-dressed tax collector, with two Kingdom soldiers armed with swords and guns behind them, broke into a world that was alien to them.

The tax collector is a middle-aged fat man, with a face full of meat, and a fat body that looks like he is living a very prosperous life.

He spat on the ground and cursed: "What a bullshit weather, and the smell of untouchables here, it's really a bad crime for Lao Tzu to be sent here today, no wonder no one wants to come to this shitty place." ”

Then he pointed to the fishermen on the opposite side who were dressed in tatters and full of fishy smell, and said arrogantly: "You untouchables, hurry up and prepare the money, Lao Tzu doesn't have time to spend it here with you in the cold." ”

As soon as these words were spoken, many people's faces became ugly, and their eyes were about to turn red.

An old fisherman, who looked like a 60-year-old fisherman, stepped forward as a representative, and he showed an ugly smile, his face was full of cracks like tree bark, and the rusty yellow teeth in his mouth were also uneven.

"This tax collector, the harvest is not very good these days, can you give us two more days......

Before he finished speaking, he kicked the old fisherman in the chest, kicked him back a few meters away, and fell to the ground for a long time unable to move.

"Phew!"

The fat tax officer spat at the old fisherman, and said with a fierce face: "Don't think that you untouchables don't know what they think, they always love to play these useless tricks, and tell you that if you can't pay the money today, you will wait to go to prison." ”

The two men stepped forward to help the old fisherman and glared at the fat tax collector with hatred.

The crowd also began to stir.

"But it's only been a few days since the last tax was collected, so where is the money to pay this tax?"

The fat tax collector didn't seem to be afraid at all, he looked at the fishermen with contempt, and took another step forward.

Word by word, he smiled and said, "I can't pay the money, just wait to be arrested!" ”

Damon, the tall man in the crowd, had unconsciously walked to the front at this time, and a harpoon in his hand was polished and shiny.

Suddenly, a bright light flashed.

The fat tax collector was pierced by a harpoon, and was held high by Damon, and the face of the tax collector who had not yet died was full of astonishment, remorse, and resentment.

His hands subconsciously clenched the fork behind his back, wanting to speak, but blood gushed out of his mouth, and he couldn't speak.

"You ......"

"Big guy, we've been cornered, it's a death anyway, fight with them."

Damon shouted, and the steel fork in his hand rushed straight towards the two stunned Kingdom soldiers against the tax collector.

Before the two of them could react, Damon, who was already on the ground, threw the steel fork in his hand on the ground, grabbed the heads of the two soldiers with both hands, and squeezed them in the middle.

Boom!!

It was like two watermelons colliding together, and the two soldiers didn't even scream, and the red and white liquid slurry flew around.

At this time, there were already shouts of killing and firelight in many places in the royal city.

There was a flash of joy in Damon's eyes, and he quickly picked up his steel fork.

"Guys, we have no way out, only by killing the past can we find a way out!"

"Kill the royal city and get back everything we deserve."

Most of the fishermen's eyes turned blood-red and followed Damon forward.

"I know where there are weapons, everyone follow me......"

"Kill, kill those who oppress us."

"Why do we work hard but can't get enough to eat, they don't have to do anything, they just get fat and oil, and they keep squeezing us."

"Kill them, and everything is ours."

More and more people joined the team, following Damon in front of him, and finally all the fishermen, whether voluntary or involuntary, joined in.

As Damon said, there was no way to survive since he killed the tax officer.

Slowly, the fishing village of Rio became empty.

No, Old York's dilapidated tavern door didn't know when it had opened, and the lame old Yorke leaned against the door frame and looked in the direction of the turbulent Intraroyal City.

With a helpless look on his weather-beaten face, he sighed and said, "What an eventful season! ”

Then he walked into the dilapidated wooden house and closed the wooden door that creaked in the wind.

Shut everything out.

suddenly

A snowflake flew and fell, and then the wind and snow began to fall, and soon the whole world was dyed white.

It was as if all the sins in this world could be buried.

What a time to kill!

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PS: I'm going to make a meal first, and then I'm going to code after the second meal, and I guess it's after 2 o'clock.

Also, I don't want you to vote for a recommendation vote or something, don't you vote, roll around and ask for a recommendation vote, huh.

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