The tax collector of Batra was lying down when he heard his entourage report to him that something had happened to the Dalton family's cooky leather workshop. The big bed in the woman's house.

In recent times, with the gradual improvement of the tax system, the tax collector of Batra has gone from an obscure tax collector in the town of Dodan to a hot name in the eyes of countless merchants, as long as he nods, the person who takes the initiative to invite him to eat and drink can be lined up from his office to the street.

His love. The wife is the widow of a baron, her husband accidentally fell to his death while riding a horse three years ago, and after inheriting the inheritance, she raised her two sons in the town in a low-key manner.

At that time, it was the tax collector of Batra who gave the census taker of the town of Dodan twenty gold coins, so that no one in the town arranged for the nobleman's widow to remarry, and the nobleman's widow had always been close to him, and would occasionally invite him to sit in the house, and everyone would take what they needed.

But recently, the tax collector of Batra has skyrocketed in the town of Dodan, and the relationship between him and the mistress has also warmed up again.

He was submissive by his cronies. The woman shouted in her bedroom, and climbed into the magic caravan while lifting her pants.

……

After receiving the report, the tax officer of Batra rushed to the scene.

When he arrived at the south gate of the town, the captain of the security was already waiting at the gate, and when he saw the tax collector of Batra coming in a hurry, he came to the side of the tax collector of Batra.

The two of them took a group of men and hurried to the scene of the incident outside the town.

When they arrived at the scene of the incident outside the town, they saw a convoy surrounded by a cavalry battalion in the center, and everyone was trembling and squatting on the ground.

Not far away lay the bodies of a horse and a coachman.

As a native of Dodan Town, the tax collector of Batra recognized the group of people in front of him at a glance, they were a local caravan in Dodan Town, and they usually had some business dealings with the Dalton family, and then looked at the rolls of leather on these carriages, and they didn't need to ask anyone about what happened, and they knew at a glance that they were evading taxes.

I saw that the caravan steward was holding his big . legs, snot, a handful of tears, a handful of bitter pleading.

The tax collector of Batra was also in a dilemma for a while, and some did not know what to do.

The captain of the sheriff beside him was also looking at the tax collector of Batra, and was about to ask him what to do.

"Take these people and the carriage back to the town hall, and if they die, tell their family to collect the body, and if no one claims it, send it to the public cemetery for burial." At this time, the tax officer of Batra could only say stubbornly.

Someone stands up and speaks, and it's easier to do all this.

The vigilantes immediately took over the escort of the smugglers and brought them back to the town hall.

The cavalry of the garrison camp then withdrew to the north bank of the Dodan River, where the decocating workshops were in disarray.

The tax collector of Batra worked all night to bring all the smugglers back to the town hall and record them one by one.

……

There was no dungeon on the town hall side, and the merchants and the workers of the leather workshop were locked up in their rooms on the first floor of the town hall, and the carriage was parked in the garden yard.

One of the stewards of the cooker also said to the tax collector of Batra: "We are all doing things for Viscount Dalton, even if you catch us here now, it won't be too long, how to put us in the town hall, how to send us back when the time comes." ”

"And my master, Your Excellency Viscount Dalton, you have no right to lock us up......"

"You'd better be quiet until Viscount Dalton takes you out of town hall." The tax collector stood at the door of the room, shouting at the noisy workshop craftsmen in the room.

After a busy night, he had dark circles under his eyes and was a little irritable.

Originally, at this time of the day, it was when he sat at the dining table and drank sweet tea, but now he can only be busy in the town hall on an empty stomach.

In any case, the mood is unlikely to be good.

Coming out of this corridor, the tax officer of Batra asked the sheriff, "Have you sent someone to inform Viscount Dalton?" ”

"I've already sent someone to Dalton Manor to keep an eye on it, and it is estimated that they should have received the news a long time ago for such a big matter." The vigilante lowered his voice a bit.

"Where's Mayor Surdak?" The tax collector of Batra asked again.

The security captain patted his forehead vigorously, and said with a look of annoyance: "I almost forgot, I'll send someone to deliver the news......"

As they spoke, they walked out of the hall of the town hall and stood next to the flower pond full of four-wheeled trucks, took out a cigarette from their pockets, and took two casual puffs to refresh themselves.

Lady Luna and her maid descended from a magical caravan and passed through the courtyard with a long skirt, only to find seven four-wheeled wagons loaded with bundles of leather goods, and the little maid behind her with a plate and two crispy tarts with a creamy sweet taste.

Lady Luna paused and glanced at the magic caravans.

Then I saw the tax collector of Batra sitting next to the flower pond, who was standing with the sheriff captain and chatting with a cigarette in his hand.

Mrs. Luna looked at the carriages and asked the sheriff what had happened last night.

The member sees that it is Acting Mayor Luna, and tells her about the previous night.

Mrs. Luna covered her mouth and nose with the back of her hand, her smoky eyes blinked and blinked, and she walked upstairs without saying anything.

"Derek. Dalton is not only reckless, but also stupid. When she reached the second floor, she stopped and instructed the maid beside her, "That's right...... If Viscount Dalton comes to the town hall, remember to have someone inform me. ”

"Yes, ma'am." The maid hurriedly agreed.

Mrs. Luna walked into her office, and instead of immediately getting to work, she stood by the window and looked out into the courtyard through the gap in the curtains.

Then, her gaze climbed to the snow-capped summit of the Thorny Mountains.

Ever since Mayor Surdak came to Dodan, there has been a lot of war in Dodan.

At the same time, some of the cancers in the town have been cleared one after another.

……

After the four members of the vigilante arrived at Dalton Manor last night, they did not break into the manor to arrest Derek. Baron Dalton.

In addition to the guards of the Dalton family guarding the gate, commoners trespassed into the nobles' mansions, and if they were accidentally injured by the manor guards, the nobles were not responsible.

The vigilantes failed to enter Dorton Manor, and only crouched outside the front door and the back of the manor.

After waiting all night, I found that Viscount Dalton had mysteriously left the manor in a magic caravan early in the morning.

The members of the vigilante team quickly returned to the town hall of Dodan to report the situation, only to find that Viscount Dalton's magic caravan had already driven into the town hall compound with its front feet.

The well-dressed Viscount Dalton, with a staff in his hand, slowly stepped out of the magic caravan.

didn't even glance at the four-wheeled truck in the yard, and walked straight into the town hall with a cold face.

He was followed by the young nobleman Derek who had been in an argument with Surdak in front of the soaking workshop. Dalton, and the head of the workshop with the ponytail, did not wear overalls today, but a clean breeches and waistcoat, and looked very smart.

Viscount Dalton went straight to Surdak's office, knocked on the door, and walked in after receiving a response.

The two young men behind him waited at the door, not walking in with him.

Viscount Dalton walked into the room, walked straight to Surdak's desk and sat down, holding a cane in one hand, staring at him with sharp and bright eyes like a falcon and asking, "You are Mayor Surdak?" ”

Surdak stopped the quill in his hand, looked up at Viscount Dalton, and replied, "Yes, it's me." ”

Viscount Dalton said very directly: "I'm Higgin. Viscount Dalton, I heard you're sending the sheriff to investigate Derek? ”

"Sheriff's Investigation of Derek. Baron Dalton suspects that he has something to do with a smuggling case in the town. Surdak was not in the slightest affected by his tone, and replied without humility or arrogance.

Viscount Dalton raised his golden eyebrows, raised his haughty chin and said, "I brought Derek ......"