Chapter 081 Fiscal Deficit

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"Ladies and gentlemen, all these troubles come from Lord Kenny Dalton's coalition forces and those Nipurians who live in the old temple, if this matter is not dealt with, the situation will not be as simple as a petition from Dragonstone Village. "The commander of the garrison of the main city of Assyria complained to the queen's council.

"What's the matter, they're going to resurrect the dragon bones in the village into a real dragon and let it breathe fire into the castle?" said the Earl of Charlotte with a fierce look, "This little thing is going to harass the Queen, and I think the Minister of State should cut that thing down under you and stuff it in his mouth!"

"You can do whatever you want, sir. The commander's voice overshadowed the crowd who whispered and snickered. The men were not just laughing at Sariot's sketchy obscenities, but because he was the butcher's son.

"What else?" said Duke Jaime as he slammed the table hard, and the laughter in the side hall faded.

"Four men drowned in the moat north of the city last night, seven dead and one wounded in a riot in a tavern in the east of the city, a knife fight broke out in Flea Street in the west of the city, led by a well-known timber merchant in the city, who had his nose cut off, and as for his two sons, one dead and one wounded, the injured one could no longer go to the brothel, and there was a case of rape and murder, a fire, and four thefts....." The commander pouted and thought for a moment." Oh, by the way, this morning, a woman's head was found floating in the pool of the bell tower street, the scene has been cordoned off, and no one has found out whose head it is, and no one knows whose head it is, anyway, it's a woman's head. ā€

"You're going to lay all these charges on the Union and the Nipurs?" said the white dove, who was sitting at the head of the long table.

"Your Majesty, it's not that I want to blame the Alliance Army, but that these incidents are related to the Alliance Army. The commander sighed, "Someone saw with their own eyes that the four unlucky ghosts drowned in the moat were pushed down the river by knights in Nipur armor. There was also the riot at the Tavern in the east of the city, where a dozen tall strong men from Nipur beat up eight bartenders. The timber merchant later reported to me that a commander in the Union Army had asked him to collect tolls. Your Majesty, that's his shop! A stranger, in our Assyrian territory, asks the shopkeeper of the shop to collect tolls, what is the logic of this? And .....?"

"Enough, enough!" Bai Ge interrupted impatiently, "first to appease those victims, the money used for compensation will come out of the treasury, that's all, you go down first!"

"Yes, Your Majesty. The commander bowed, looked up, smiled briefly at someone at the long table, turned and withdrew.

The Marquis of Bolton was born a burly and tall man, and his chin was split into three layers by fat, and when he heard this, he immediately became as angry as a frog, and his bald head suddenly turned red. "Your Majesty, you shouldn't let them go, this is Assyria, not Nipur, even if the Tielin Army mixes again, it will never be mixed to such a point!"

"It's the first time I've heard of the shopkeeper collecting tolls!" Count Rowe apparently vented his anger on the parchment in front of him, which was crumpled like a kernel of corn that had been fried in boiling oil.

"What's the noise?" said the vicious Chariot again, "Your Majesty can sit here, and Lord Kenny Dalton will bear the blame. Isn't it just two people who died? Losing money is, what's all the fuss, Assyria is so big, it's strange if you don't die a dozen people one day, let Lord Dalton pull the Union army garrison farther away!"

"Unless they bring Nipur back. Count Bartitt, who was not good at talking, also spoke.

"Marquis Quanti," the white dove turned his gaze to the right side, Quanti, who had always been sharp and bombastic, but today he was silent. "What about your opinion?"

"My opinion?" Quanti leaned forward, his hands wrapped around his knees to the table. It was customary for the left hand under the Queen's seat to be the second to the Queen's throne, and now it sat Jaime Dondelion, and the Queen should have asked him for his opinion last. "Your Majesty, I have no opinion. ā€

"No comments?" the white dove rolled his eyes.

"Yes, Your Majesty, have you forgotten?" Quanti sat up straight, "I proposed to take the refugees to the abandoned seminary, and now this has happened, I ..... Blame, Your Majesty. ā€

"Is it to blame?" the white pigeon gasped, his blue eyes narrowing into a slit.

"What's more, you have already ordered to use the money of the treasury to cover the losses. Seeing this, the Marquis of Quanti added.

"Your Majesty, let me say a word. "Do you know the current treasury?" as Duke James tapped his fingers on the table, "Do you know the current treasury?" He saw that the queen shook his head slightly, and then turned to the ministers present, "Forgive me for my age, may I ask all of you, who cares about this mess now?"

"I, Duke, I," Quanti said with a smile on his face, raising his hand, "I'm in charge of this mess, what's my advice?" or..... What do you need?"

"These days, the Queen has ordered me to take over the affairs of the state for the time being, and the accounting is of course counted, right?" Duke Jaime removed his fingers from tapping on the table, leaned forward, his eyes turned angry, "I think you know in your heart why I call it 'mess'!"

"It's a mess, but it's not a problem, Lord Duke. Kunti said briskly, "Our ruler..... Oh no, the former ruler was born as a forest keeper, as you must know. When he was a forest keeper, you happened to be the captain of the forest guard, and the fire tree will always be glorious!" He raised his arms and shouted in the Duke's tone, and then looked at his old rival with a smile, "That's how you taught them, right?"

Jaime leaned back in his chair and snorted coldly.

"If a forest keeper becomes the ruler, the best stall in the market will be rotten, and we as subordinates can't say anything, can we?" Quanti looked politely at old Jaime, who seemed to be dissatisfied. "Your Excellency, just tell the Queen that the treasury is empty, and don't impose these responsibilities on others. ā€

"Marquis Quanti," the white dove called calmly, "just tell me how bad this mess is." ā€

The Marquis of Quanti held out four fingers. "The total attack adds up, uh..... Four hundred thousand gold coins, if I'm not mistaken. He shook his fingers, "It's still slowly increasing, Your Majesty." ā€

"Kars is also a forest keeper, and when I took over, Assyria's treasury was 800,000! All of them pricked up my ears!800,000!!" The white pigeon suddenly slapped the table fiercely, as if to spill out all his anger, "You just let him do whatever he wants?! When I was ousted, the treasury was 1.7 million! In just three years, it did not increase but decreased! There were only 400,000 left! That damn guy drinks gold coin soup every day?!"

"Your Majesty, the four hundred thousand mentioned by the Chancellor of the Exchequer is a foreign debt, not a gold coin. Duke Jaime stood up and looked directly at the hostile Kunti across from him.