After dealing with the matter at hand, Cole, the tax collector of Silverleaf Town, also left the study, and after confirming the whereabouts of Count Lambert from the mouth of the maid, he smiled slightly, stepped on his horse, and walked towards the town.

Ten minutes later, he was in another part of town.

"Rawls, Lord Earl has accepted your gift."

Cole said to his brother-in-law, businessman Rawls.

"Really? That's great. ”

The fat businessman immediately replied happily - although he was a little sorry to give up the beautiful civilian girl, he was still more happy at this time. To be able to satisfy his lord, Lord Lambert, in his opinion, nothing could be more important.

As for women, they were nothing more than tools and playthings to him - the merchant Rawls had a big business, and most of the taverns, casinos, and brothels in the town were in his name or had a large share of them. And these industries that can create stable and lucrative profits, if they don't have a strong enough background, it is difficult to start in the bustling silver leaf town.

Because he knew what kind of rules were under the flow of the tumultuous Rael.

Cole had already sat down in front of him.

"By the way, I'm here to tell you something."

"What's the matter, my dear brother-in-law?"

The businessman's face habitually brought a sneer to the powerful, but the tax collector in front of him had a very close relationship with him, and he was not overly nervous. He pulled over a chair, his round ass falling on top of him, crushing the legs of the four chairs.

"The Earl is in trouble...... So ......"

Tax Officer Cole's voice was low.

……

Bona looked at Gross with a puzzled expression, it was obvious that the aborigines didn't know what an "invoice" was, she bit her lip and seemed to think, "Is it a transaction certificate?" ”

She asked, probably according to her understanding and guess.

Although the two are not the same, but they are not far apart, Gross nodded - this was an unintentional move by him, he didn't expect these things to really exist here, he took a note with a red seal from Bona's palm, and immediately thought.

This note has to do with the kingdom's tax system - in his previous life, as a player, he didn't pay attention to these contents. Because even if the tax exists, it doesn't seem to affect the players, Rael takes it from the aborigines, circulates among the players, and eventually most of it flows back into the hands of the aborigines.

It wasn't until after the third expansion, when the Great Silver Mine of Beintath was discovered in the Kingdom of Elanth, that the value of Rael's silver coins changed dramatically - Discord has a well-established economy, and most of the time, the value of the currency remains stable.

As he left Bona's blacksmith shop, the sunlight outside was a bit harsh, and Gross couldn't help but squint. Miss Lady, Radia, on the other hand, turned her attention to the traders or hawkers who were selling their goods.

She walked over to a vendor selling ocarina......

This is a common sight in the bustling town of Silver Leaf - good transportation has allowed commerce to flourish here, goods from all over the kingdom and even overseas converge and divert here, and huge amounts of rael change hands among different people, and the appearance of Lille gold coins is not uncommon.

At the same time, there is also sin and ugliness hidden under the surface of these thriving scenes, just as there are always shadows under the sun, and in the countless remote and dark corners of Silver Leaf Town, there are also unknown scenes happening.

In the afternoon, establishments such as casinos have already started their day's business.

It is a spacious, dimly lit room, and the interior is simply decorated and barely clean. By this time, the windows and doors had been closed by their owners, and the orange light of the oil lamps on the walls was wafting brightly, illuminating the faces distorted by excitement.

Hunter Heinrich sits at a long oval table with a stack of cards in his hand – one of many card games that is very popular among the gambling establishments of Silver Leaf Town.

Its rules are exactly the same as "21 o'clock", except that it has a different name in this world.

A young man sitting in the dealer's seat was dealing cards, and there were three people around the long table besides Hunt and the dealer - they all had different attire and appearances, one of them was an old mercenary with high cheekbones, and he also had a scar on his face from the battle of his youth, and as he grinned, the bright red scar writhed like a centipede.

He was so overjoyed that the other guests in the game turned ugly - across from him sat a merchant from Xhosa, muttering and cursing his bad luck, and gently moving his dogskin hat to make his head more comfortable.

The merchant's head was sweating, and in less than an hour, he had already lost three hundred raels—for the commoners of the kingdom, this was about three years of living expenses for an ordinary family, and even a wealthy merchant like him would inevitably feel a pain in his heart.

When the new round of cards was over, the merchant was sweating more from his head, and although the fireplace in the room was burning with firewood, the temperature was definitely not too high, and he threw the cards in his hand on the table as if venting his anger, and stood up with a decadent expression like a defeated rooster—and the veteran sitting opposite him and one of the guests beside him were equally depressed.

Only Hunter Heinrich was left laughing proudly with his cards in his hand - his name sounded like a nobleman, and according to his own account, his ancestors had been nobles in the plains of Lazis, and had only left his homeland for inhumane reasons.

Of course, he had been in the streets of Silverleaf Town for many years, and almost everyone thought it was a humorous joke - his chestnut hair and light brown eyes did not show the nobility of his blood, and the large nose that was tall but curved at the nose segment made him look more like a groom.

Perhaps Mr. Heinrich was the illegitimate son of a noble lord and lady-in-waiting—some idlers had quietly speculated.

He sat down at the long oval table and didn't get up, his arms stretched out, and he hugged all the chips on the table in front of him—the sound of the chips crashing made him look up and hum a little tune with pleasure.

However, the old mercenary who passed by his seat suddenly stared at his hand.

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Wake up early to make up for the change!