Stannis crawled out of bed with his bird's nest-like hair, which had been full of lice since the crossing.

He sat on the edge of the bed sleepily, not wanting to move.

Although he slept until noon, he was not ashamed of his decadence, and looked out the stone window at the gray and lifeless scene, the blank in Stannis's mind, and the river beyond, they say, the water of the Comby River flowing calmly day after day, which had flowed like this for a thousand years, and would continue to do so for a thousand years.

On the eastern bank of the river, the nameless Black Forest casts over the earth like an endless shadow in the sky, gray and invisible.

He finally knew why the medieval church had banned suicide, and looking at this apocalyptic scene, he could not find the slightest reason to live as a traverser.

I don't have money, I don't have the right to even say that I have been deprived of my dragon talent, and the god of fate is playing with me, right?

It's just a matter of opening without a golden finger.,Can you die if you give a slightly more normal opening condition?

I don't care about anything about my own attribute pits, but my subordinates are more out of tune than one another, and I forget about deleting the files and returning to the furnace!

"Your Excellency, it's time to eat!" the old scholar's voice sounded from outside the door, like a grandfather shouting to his uneasy grandson to eat.

Stannis didn't move, and he would die eating this food.

"Wow, that's so fragrant, Cook, you're developed!" Robert's voice rang out this time.

The chef's loud voice rang out, "Where, these are the ingredients that Miss Anne sent over, and I just showed the real skills to cook them well." ”

Korodov's signature bar chirp also sounded out of thin air when he was eating, "Oh, it's delicious~~ Since the adult refuses to come down, his share will also belong to me!"

What, the food that Anne brought over?

Stannis didn't even have time to put on his clothes, so he rushed straight down: "How can you repair, you bastards, leave me some!"

When he had eaten his fill, like all well-fed idlers, Stannis began to think about life.

He decided that he couldn't wait to die like this, and as an aspiring traverser, he couldn't live on the handouts of others alone.

What's more, he has already set his goal to become a duke so that he can meet the witch named Anya.

Although I already have a beautiful enough fiancée, I never have too much to open a harem.

Thinking of this, Stannis shut himself up in his study again, and after a whole day of settling the accounts, he finally made the financial statements of the territory for the past year, which listed all the expenses and incomes here one by one, but these strange income and expenses made him fall into a fog.

For example, he was surprised to find that he paid as many as 19 kinds of taxes to the empire, and he did not expect that his entire poor place, old and young, would be targeted and squeezed by the tax collectors.

What made Stannis even more puzzled was that as a member of the exploiting class, he should not happily exploit those serfs like the landlord bully, why he had now become the object of exploitation!?

Not only do you have to bear the obligation to send troops, but you also have to pay these harsh taxes and miscellaneous taxes, which is not at all the same as the 'mining system' mentioned in the textbooks, and sure enough, the fantasy world cannot be viewed with common sense.

In short, these expenditure items are chaotic and conflicting, and a large part of them are duplicate accounts, and as an accountant, he instinctively feels that there is a lot of water to squeeze out.

The income, on the other hand, is very simple, with only a few in all, namely, the output of the peasants who are forced to cultivate their land, the 'freedom fee' paid to themselves, the royalties for renting out the horses, the filial piety money for the marriage of the peasants and the inheritance of the land, and a pitiful commercial tax.

But what made him happy was that his territory was full of yeoman farmers, and there were no slaves, but also, everyone was so poor, who enslaved whom!

"Old man!" Stannis shouted, stretching and throwing the quill on the table, the new title he had given himself as Chief University.

The bachelor who had been waiting at the door for a long time immediately opened the door and came in, "Your Excellency?"

"Seeing that you remember all this nonsense, I really want to let the dog bite your ass, but since I'm too poor to even have a dog, forget it. Now for you the good news, I've finally sorted out my reign for the whole year. ”

Unexpectedly, the master he served would suddenly deal with numbers, and Romon was overjoyed, and he took the parchment that Stannis handed him, and looked at it eagerly.

Soon, however, he was so dazzled by the numbers from these complex formulas that he had to use the most common calculation tool of his time, that is, a fingerwrench, to clear his mind.

Unexpectedly, as a guy with the title of a high-level intellectual such as a scholar, his mathematical ability was so low that Stannis had to wonder if people in this era could count from one to one hundred completely.

"Don't do it, the numbers are accurate. "Stannis is still quite conceited about his financial ability.

Anyway, I couldn't understand it, so Master Romon simply believed him, but what was the use of these things? After all, no matter how you calculate it, the money will only be so small, and it will never become more.

"With all due respect, Your Excellency, I really don't see any use in doing such a thing?"

Sure enough, it was the dark age of ignorance, and I didn't even know the power of knowledge...... Stannis shook his head, and he poked his finger at the table, "If you don't even know where the money is coming from, then you and I deserve to be so poor." ”

"Your Excellency, you mean that you have a way to get us out of such a predicament?" asked Maester Romon a little skeptically, "but none of our troops can defeat it!"

Even a well-informed man like him thinks that the only way to get rich is to rob.

Stannis's finger poking the table almost didn't break, "Everyone is a civilized person, don't fight and kill all day long! In fact, it's not difficult to get us out of financial trouble now, as long as we open up sources and reduce expenditure." ”

"Open source and reduce expenditure?" Bachelor Lomon, who had no financial knowledge, of course, looked confused.

Finally able to teach people, Stannis breathed a sigh of relief.

"Open source, of course, means to increase income, throttling, that is, to reduce expenses. ”

Master Romon nodded as if he didn't understand, but he quickly understood that it was just a literal explanation of the word, "Even if you say so, how do you do it?"