Looking at the swarming merchants around him, Dean silently recalled.

According to his memory, the deceased head of the Knights of the Fercharon would soon provoke several caravans into battle, resulting in a great harvest.

Of course, this plan was not conceived by the other party, but by the partners of the other party.

"Hello, two carriages, four people, a total of one silver horn!"

The tax collector asked the guard to inspect the carriage in front of him, and then said this, pointing to the pocket of money that was being held in the arms of the two soldiers.

The pouch was made of a sack, filled with copper and a handful of silver horns—the Tyre was not taxed much on merchants, one for a man, and three for a carriage; Compared to the price of the Emerald Capital according to the silver horn, it is pitifully cheap here.

Even so, though, merchants complain.

"My lord, last year two carriages only cost five coppers!"

The merchant who took out the money put the money in the pocket in front of him and told his dissatisfaction.

"This is the Baron's order...... After all, the town of Tyre needs to repair the road and fence next year, and although the Baron has worked hard to save more, he still needs everyone's help! ”

With an apologetic smile, the tax officer owed slightly; And such a friendly attitude suddenly made the merchant wave his hand in flattery, and he couldn't even speak: "Mo, Lord Morde, please, please forgive me for my rude questioning!" ”

"It's my job to answer your tax questions!"

Molde said, owing again.

Once again, the friendly attitude not only made the businessman in front of the tax officer full of gratitude, but even the businessmen after him, even if the stingy businessman faced such a tax officer, he would not say anything; After all, it was a great honor for a baron's tax collector to be able to explain to them merchants, let alone such a polite attitude.

The status of a merchant is determined by money, and the merchants who come to a place like Tyre to collect leather goods, with the exception of a few very few, are obviously not very wealthy, in other words, they have no status.

One by one, the merchants in front of Dean paid their taxes and entered the town, and soon it was Dean's turn.

"Alone?"

The tax collector gave Dean a puzzled look.

"Yes, my lord, I'm from the south and want to find some opportunities!"

Speaking with the accent of the three southern counties, Dean bowed humbly.

Perhaps, other people may be deceived by Molde in front of them, but Dean will definitely not, he knows very well what the other party is doing.

After all, the partner of the deceased head of the Knights of the Fercharon was the tax collector named Molde in front of him.

Dean remembers very clearly the surprise he felt when he first received the news from the Archduke's agent, and if it weren't for the conclusive evidence, Dean wouldn't have believed that Molde would be Potts' partner as a bastard; However, when he looked through the information he had obtained from the agent, he laughed at his ignorance.

Molde, the tax collector of Tyre, was originally a knightly squire of this generation of Barons of Tyre, because of his diligence and loyalty, he became the tax collector of Tyre, and then became a knight after being 'baptized', and in the Blood Moon War, he shone brightly, thus marrying the daughter of the baron, and inherited the baronial title after the Baron of Tyre and the baron's son were 'killed in battle'.

Of course, this is only information that is known to the general public; According to the real information, the 'war death' of Baron Tyre and the baron's son was naturally at the hands of this tax officer, and even, a year later, the death of the baron's eldest daughter was also from his hand, and even his knightly baptism was nothing more than the opportunity to get a knight's 'baptism' by colluding with the Knights of Fecharon to seek money, and then using money to dredge up relations.

And the end of this tax officer was not much better, he thought he was clever and wanted to rely on some means to get involved with the female archduke, but in the end he was killed by the female archduke who had been on guard for a long time.

Thinking back to the words about Molde in front of him, Dean's face was still that humble look, and after Molde nodded and motioned to pay the tax, he immediately took out a copper and walked to the money bag.

Every year, many merchants from the three southern counties come to this border town close to the snowy forest, looking for opportunities to make money, and there are even several in the team in front of them.

So Moder doesn't come as a surprise.

"If you need anything, please come here to me, as the tax collector of Tyre, I will be happy to serve you from afar!"

Molde said this, and suddenly several southern merchants, including Dean, were sincerely frightened; Of course, Dean is pretending, but he is very similar, and even Molde in front of him does not show anything; Dean, who entered Tyre, did not linger at the entrance of the town, but began to look for the inn - although his target was Molde, and he knew where the only inn in Tyre that doubled as a tavern and restaurant was, Dean still spent a lot of time entering the inn like the southern merchants who came to Tyre for the first time.

Call!

As soon as the door of the inn was opened, a wave of heat rushed in his face, dispelling the cold from his body, and Dean and the southern merchants walked to the large brazier placed in the center of the inn hall, the charcoal in it was already burning red, steaming, and the fireplace on the side provided a comfortable temperature for the entire hotel hall.

"I'm Huck, welcome to the Snow Bear House, what do you need?"

A tall middle-aged man, but missing a right hand, asked in a hearty voice.

"Is there a room here?"

A southern businessman asked.

"A single room is five coppers a day, and a bed is one copper a day, and you need to pay for the food!"

Huck was quick to quote the price; After all, there are several strange guests every year, and he has already memorized this set of rhetoric.

"Give me a single room!"

Dean spoke first.

"And me!"

"Me too!"

As soon as Dean's words fell, the southern merchants immediately reacted and spoke; Huck, however, waved his hand, pointed at Dean, and said, "You only have beds except for this gentleman!" ”

"I can add money ......"

A southern merchant said, but before he could finish speaking, Huck grabbed the collar by the neck with his left hand and carried it in front of him, and the bronze bell-sized eyes stared at each other, and yelled: "I have the final say in the rules of the Snow Bear House, and it is not your turn!" You're not welcome here! ”

As he spoke, the tall innkeeper threw the southern merchant out of the door as if he were carrying a kitten.

And this practice won the coaxing of the merchants who sat idly in the tavern.

"Huck, well done!"

"It's true, 'Principled Huck'!"

"Cheers to Huck everybody!"

……

The ferocity of the innkeeper and the coaxing of the merchants in the tavern caused several southern merchants to look at each other, and in the end, they chose to compromise.

Although the single rooms are comfortable and safe, they are obviously powerless in the face of such a 'principled' boss.

Dean, who knew about it for a long time, kept a smile - Huck, the owner of Snow Bear's House; However, ten years ago, he was the deputy head of the Knights of Fecharon, and if it weren't for the failure of the first knight's 'baptism', Kimpton's inability to save up for the second 'baptism', and because he lost his right hand in a battle with bandits, completely cutting off the knight's path, the current Knights of Fecharon would not have been able to be controlled by scum like Potts.

Compared with a scum like Potts, the stubborn Huck, although he has shortcomings such as a short temper, is undoubtedly a qualified knight, even if he has no official knighthood, so he has no mining estate, and can only become an innkeeper, but his character is guaranteed - in the original memory, Dean, who had fought side by side with the other party, was very relieved of the other party.

That's why he chose this place as his temporary base in Tyre.

Of course, the more reason is that Huck had served as the squire of the previous Baron of Tyre, and was once the deputy head of the Knights of Fecharon, and if something happened, except for the baron, ordinary town guards would never dare to be presumptuous here.

After all, many of them were trained by Huck himself back then.

And that's exactly what Dean needs - although he has made enough backup plans, if something does happen, there is no doubt that he can get a cushion here and let him be more prepared; You know, that tax collector is not as easy to deal with as the dead head of the Knights of the Knights of Fecharon.

Even if the tax collector didn't reach his peak at the moment, Dean didn't underestimate it in the slightest; After all, he has not returned to his peak state, not to mention, from beginning to end, this tax official has relied on his own 'wisdom' and rarely relies on strength.

Although such 'wisdom' was evaluated as 'clever' by the Grand Duke, Dean would not underestimate such cleverness - because this was only in comparison, at least, before the Grand Duke's revelation, the tax collector had a very promising prospect.

Of course, that's just the past!

As for now?

In the hallway to the room, Dean who was walking behind Huck sneered softly.

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