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"Extortion?" A male duck shouted, "What do you mean kid?" Are you insulting an Imperial official, a tax collector in the city of Sardinia? ”

Alan followed the sound and saw a man standing behind a group of buck soldiers. He is not tall and has a big nose. Wearing a crooked official hat, the system on his body is black and yellow. There is a coat of arms on the chest, and the pattern of the coat of arms is a scale. Slightly different from the Sardinia logo, the scale has a few spilled coins on the left and a key on the right. This was the universal emblem of the Imperial Tax Collector.

Edward sneered: "Since you are a tax collector, you should know that the imperial tax law stipulates that the customs of caravans in any city are uniform. Each caravan can enter the city for ten silver coins, so tell me the tax collector. When did the tariff in Sardinia suddenly increase tenfold, otherwise why would you charge us a tariff of one gold coin each? ”

As Edward questioned the other party, Sean briefly explained what had happened to Alan next to him. It turned out that when he went through the procedures for entering the city, he suddenly heard that the tariff had risen tenfold, and his tone was too radical at the moment. The tax collector immediately told the soldiers to take Sean down, but Edward intervened in time to prevent Shaun from being captured. The other party saw that Edward's guard armor was bright and his bearing was calm, and he immediately transferred a team of Bucks Army soldiers to confront him.

Then the tax collector exclaimed, "You know, the Imperial Tax Law is only for ordinary cities. Sardinia is a trading capital, with independent autonomy and the ability to adjust taxes as needed! ”

"Of course I know this, but I also know that there is an additional provision in the Imperial Tax Law for the special case of Sardinia. That is, the adjustment amount shall not be higher than 20 percent, tax officer, your tariff has increased by a full ten times, obviously more than 20%, right? Or is the extra part actually your own claim and forcibly expropriated? ”

The tax collector was stunned, he didn't expect Edward to be so familiar with the imperial tax law, and even knew such a side rule so clearly, and he was speechless at the moment. The crowd of onlookers pointed fingers at him, and the tax officer couldn't hold back his face, and simply shouted arrogantly: "They just beat the imperial officials, soldiers, I want you to arrest that fat man for me!" ”

Sean said angrily: "I clearly didn't even touch a single hair of yours, how did I beat you?" ”

The tax collector sneered: "I said that if I beat it, I will beat it, and throw this untouchable person to prison!" Then he said to Edward, "You'd better not interfere, or you'll be accomplices!" Aren't you very familiar with the Imperial Constitution? So tell me, what is the penalty for beating an imperial official? ”

Alan smiled, reached out to push away the two guards, and said, "I'll answer for him." Assault on an Imperial official will be a crime depending on the circumstances. It can range from three years in prison to the Imperial Mines as a coolie. Am I right, this man? ”

The tax officer narrowed his eyes: "It's best to know." He lifted his chest, got out from behind the soldiers, pointed at Sean and screamed, "Then why don't you hurry up and catch this fat man for me." ”

Alan walked up to him, raised his hand and pressed the tax officer's finger, and said with a smile: "But the tax collector, you said he beat you." But I don't see a trace of you, which makes me very puzzled. Could it be your delusion, you say? ”

"Fart!" The tax officer jumped up, pointed to his chest and said, "That bastard punched me here, and it's still swollen and painful." There are clothes in the way, so you can't see it, do you want me to take off my clothes and check my injuries? What a joke! ”

"Not really, you say he punched. You see, isn't it? Alan suddenly raised his hand and slapped the tax collector away. He didn't dare to use his heavy hand, but the slap was so loud that the tax collector fell to the ground, half of his face swollen. Alan said "oops", shook his palm and said, "I'm mistaken, this is obviously a slap in the face, where is a punch in you." Why don't we do it all over again? ”

The tax collector struggled to get up from the ground, pointed at Allen and shouted, "What are you waiting for, openly beating up the imperial officials, and not taking it for me." ”

The Bucks soldiers immediately stepped forward, and Allen snorted. The stag soldier immediately staggered as if drunk, only to feel his ears buzzing, his head dizzy, and he couldn't tell the difference between east and west. Alan then said, "Go and get my badge." ”

Edward nodded and left, returning a moment later to hand him Allen's Jazz Medal. Alan took it, pinned the medal to his chest, lifted the tax officer over like a chicken, and said lightly: "Open your dog's eyes and see, what is this!" ”

The tax collector glanced at it unconsciously, but suddenly trembled as if he was electrocuted, and could no longer look away, so he only said tremblingly: "Jazz Medal...... Viscount? Are you a viscount? ”

Alan pushed him away and sneered, "You just said that if you beat an imperial official, you will be thrown into prison. So tell me now, what is the crime of openly extorting and blackmailing an Imperial knight? ”

The tax collector couldn't say a word for a long time, and then Edward said indifferently: "All conspiracies against the Imperial Jazz should be sentenced to death by hanging." ”

Alan let out an "oh", patted the tax officer's face and asked, "Understand?" ”

The tax collector's blood immediately receded, and his legs trembled. At this moment, the sound of horses' hooves sounded in the city, and the crowd of onlookers was separated by another group of stag infantry. Following a few horsemen galloped to the front, an old man sat on a tall horse, with white hair and beard, and a majestic face on his square face. A scar slanted across his forehead, almost splitting his entire forehead in two. The old man was dressed in black and covered with silver armor. The armor is decorated with intricate patterns, and the chest is a stag motif. Wearing a dark green cloak, like a ball of blue flame.

Alan looked at it, and heard a few exclamations from the crowd next to him: "Isn't this General Sling?" ”

He exchanged glances with Edward, and secretly said in his heart that the main man had finally arrived.

The old man on the horse did not squint, nor did he look at the tax collector who was trembling all over, and his eyes fell on the medal on Allen's chest. He squinted, then turned over and dismounted, a smile appeared on his face, like the sun breaking through the clouds: "Presumably this is Sir Allen?" ”

Alan smiled and nodded: "That's strange, when did I become a celebrity in the empire?" The general can see through my identity at a glance? ”

This sentence is suspected of being a side attack, and some clues can be deduced from Sling's answer. The old man smiled faintly and said nonchalantly: "Whoever can walk through two moves in Old Horn's hands is qualified to let me know his name." What's more, at this time, there are Sir Northbound in the south, I'm afraid that Sir Alan is alone, right? So, it's not hard to guess. ”

"I see." Alan secretly said in his heart, Sling's answer was seamless.

Then Sling glanced at the tax officer, "What's going on?" ”

The tax collector wanted to step forward and speak, but Sling casually ordered a Bucks soldier and said, "You can come along." ”

How dare the soldier hide it, and tell the truth about what happened just now. After hearing this, Sling said directly: "Throw him into prison for me, and let the people from the tax department themselves explain to me when the customs duties in our Sardinia City were increased tenfold, and I didn't even know at all?" ”

He simply didn't listen to the tax officer's explanation, and just asked someone to take the unlucky guy away. Then he changed his smile and said to Allen: "If you can trust me, I will handle this matter, and I promise to give you a satisfactory answer before Sir leaves the city." ”

Alan naturally wouldn't make a fuss, whether it was the tax official's impromptu idea or someone behind it, he didn't bother to pursue it further. After all, it was just a small role, and since Sling had taken care of it, he was happy to sell the other party a face. Seeing that Alan nodded in agreement, Sling raised his hand, and a clever young man ran over. Sling patted him on the shoulder and said, "This is my herald, a good and clever fellow. He will take you to the best inn in town, Sir Allen is in Sardinia, and he is at your disposal. Where you want to go, what do you know, there's nothing he doesn't know about this kid, just ask him. ”

The young man gave Allen a serious military salute and said loudly, "Stag Army Private Feken, ready to be sent by you, my lord!" ”

Edward quietly tugged at Allen, secretly reminding him that this might be the eyeliner that Sling had planted next to them. Alan naturally knew, but he didn't refuse and accepted it generously. Sling added: "Sir Allen rarely comes to Sardinia once, and tonight I will be the master to prepare a dust-washing dinner for Sir Rin." As for the specific time and place, later, Feken will tell you that Sir Alan will not refuse, right? ”

Alan laughed: "Being able to get close to General Sling and the celebrities in the city, this kind of opportunity is unwanted, how could I refuse." ”

"That's good, I still have something to deal with, so I'll leave first." Sling reached out and shook Allen's hand, then flew on his horse and turned straight back into the city.

Under Feken's guidance, the caravan quickly made its way into the city, and soon after entered the city of Sardinia. Feken led the caravan to the inn to stay overnight, while Sling rode towards the General's Palace. He didn't gallop on horseback, so the team didn't go fast. At this time, as soon as he stepped forward, he was immediately a middle-aged man, and his gray-blue eyes flashed a little hesitation, but in the end he gritted his teeth and said, "General, the tariff matter has nothing to do with Harry." ”

Sling said lightly: "I'm still wondering when you're going to stand up." If you don't plan to stand up when you get to the General's Mansion, then my nephew of yours will be executed directly. Now, tell me, Waite, why you did this. ”

"General, he's ruined our big deal. Rhaegar had already said everything when he came back, so I ......"

"You want to make things difficult for him? That doesn't make any sense, Waite. I have my own plans for this matter, and if you dare to assert it again, then don't blame me for not being emotional. Sling snorted heavily.