The priest of Datie Village is an old lion, the village chief of the previous generation of Datie Village, if there is no Alan on the throne, the old lion will sell the cat slave business even harder.

Alan squinted his eyes and stared at the old lion priest, staring at the old lion's heart, feeling a fierce glint in the village elder's eyes.

The orc villagers at the scene were slightly uneasy, which play did this black-hearted village chief want to play?

The tail of the female woman holding the cat-eared Lori shook unsteadily, and she asked cautiously, "Village Chief, do we need to pay any price?" ”

"No, no, you don't have to pay any price, Datie Village needs a lot of labor, selling people will only make our village weaker and weaker, and selling daughters is a vice and is not the correct value of life, from now on, no orcs are allowed to sell their daughters in Datie Village!"

Alan paused and added, "Sons can't be sold either." ”

The woman was taken aback when she heard this, and her mind froze.

The village chief of the Great Demon King just said that he didn't need to sell his daughter anymore?

The gods are above, Lord Allen must be crazy, he would never be so kind in normal times!

But it's just right to be crazy, she doesn't want to sell her daughter to those evil slave traders, even if she gives her a silver dragon, she never thinks that selling her daughter is a natural thing, only the orcs on Lao Huang's street next door think that selling her daughter is very profitable.

Then the old priest struck the mud with his cane, and said loudly:

"My lord! Lord Allen! You are the village chief parachuted down from Morning Glory Town, you must think from the perspective of Morning Glory Town, the cat slave is related to the interests of several adults in Morning Glory Town, and unilaterally interrupting the supply may have a negative impact on your village chief position. ”

The old lion priest argued, the hairy lion's face seemed to be full of anger, and the lion's tail behind him stood up straight, eager to go up and slap Allen's two tails.

In the end, the good priestly qualities made the old lion resist the impulse, and only dared to glare angrily.

After hearing the angry rebuke of the priest, the villagers instantly shattered the hope that had risen, and their faces turned pale.

The priest is a position second only to the village chief, and his words are an iron order, and no one dares to oppose it except the village chief, and he is prestigious.

The body of the woman holding the cat-eared Lori shook sharply, her face full of sadness, and she let out a wordless sigh.

She arched the little Lori in her arms and buried her head in a low cry.

Cat-eared Lori didn't know why, so she wiped her mother's tears with her tender little hands, and coaxed her in a glutinous voice: "Don't cry, don't cry, mom cries into a big face, it's not good-looking." ”

For a while, the audience fell into a sad atmosphere.

Alan looked at the audience and found that some of the orc villagers were secretly relieved, they seemed to be thinking about the subsidy of a silver dragon.

Some orcs don't want to sell their children, and some orcs only care about the interests of that silver dragon, and ideological education has a long way to go.

Thinking about it, Alan resolutely said: "I have decided to ban the sale of children, and whoever opposes it will not be able to get along with me!" ”

The old lion laughed angrily, not understanding which play Alan was playing, in his opinion, giving up the cat slave economy was tantamount to foolish behavior, and scolded: "Alan, you must be crazy, now go back to sleep!" If someone is sent from above to blame, no one will feel good. ”

"I'm the village chief, you have to listen to me, I said to cancel the policy of selling daughters, I have to cancel it, I think you are old and useless, you don't have to be a priest in Datie Village from today onwards!"

Allen's words were fierce, and he was determined to kick out the old priest.

Grasp the authority of power, kick out any opposition, and concentrate power and resources to do great things, and old stubbornness like the old priest will only hinder him from building, and there is no need to let him be in charge.

The old priest didn't know that Alan wanted to kill chickens and monkeys to gain prestige, but when Alan was crazy, he was so angry that he smoked.

"Hmph, without me as a priest, see how you manage Datie Village."

The old lion was furious, his long beard was blown whirring, and he turned away on crutches.

……

Old Will went back to his mud-brick house, upset and irritable, subconsciously pacing back and forth, his eyebrows beating faintly, and the lion's tail trembling uneasily, feeling that something big had happened.

"Alan, this guy usually listens to me and does things, why is it so abnormal today?"

"Dry him for a few days, you can't manage Datie Village, sooner or later, you still have to invite me out of the mountain."

Old Will knew that managing the village was a university question, and Allen, who had been parachuted in from Morning Glory Town, was useless and only knew how to obey his words.

Now without his secret guidance, Alan will definitely not be able to manage a village, it is estimated that he will not be able to wait for seven days, and he will be invited back in two days.

Old Will pinched the time to stand for a while, then walked out of the room, turned around a few times, and found Bloom, the dogleg who had just returned from a meeting.

"Bloom, did Village Chief Allen slander me after I left?" The old lion's expression was as gentle as that of an old father.

Bloom is a feline orc, now seventeen years old, only a year younger than the village chief of Allen.

He looked flustered and worried, but he saw that the old priest's expression was gentle and steady, and his unstable heart quietly quieted down.

"Lord Priest, the village chief has not slandered you, but he has sent a new man as a priest." Bloom whispered.

"What, how dare he!"

Old Will was furious when he heard this, and there seemed to be a breath of anger in his chest that went straight to his throat, and he couldn't help but want to let out a lion's roar.

Bloom was startled when he saw the priest's expression in a terrible manner, and suddenly became distracted, "Also, the village chief said that the tax will be reduced by half this year. ”

"Ah, half the tax!"

The old priest's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but scream, his face flushed with rage.

Lionheart's taxes were originally seventy percent, and it was cut in half.

"Extremely stupid, is he able to change the tax, if the adults of Morning Glory Town hear about the tax change, he and I will definitely lose our heads!"

The more Old Will spoke, the more angry he became, and he immediately coughed violently.

He patted his chest, stopped coughing, stretched out his arm for Bloom to hold, gritted his teeth and said, "Take me to see the village chief, I just fought for this old life, and I want to stop him!" ”

Bloom nodded lightly and helped the old priest walk.

The two walked to the door of Alan's house, looked inside, and it was empty, and Alan was not at home.

Asking passers-by, it was only then that the village chief Allen had gone to inspect the farmland.

"Go, accompany me to the farmland to train him, taxation is a major national matter, and he is not allowed to change it without permission. By the way, you can take some people with you, and if he doesn't obey, then we can only tie him up and send him to the prison in Altair. Old Will said with a fierce look in his eyes.