Unlike most of the people in the territory, the Noren family has been dealing with the blood clan for decades, and they are full of fear in their hearts for this group of demons who once ruled the territory.

Although Vincent, for his personal opinion, often portrayed Count Dacoolas of the insatiable and lazy and incompetent rice bucket, it was impossible to rule the country for so many years without the means to make the people fearful.

If the local rich or tax-bearer could not satisfy the Blood Lord, Dakras often used the Blood Clan's killers to warn them of the consequences of disobedience with unguarded methods and outrageous means.

Anyway, it is difficult to find capable sages and scholars among the blood clans, but there are first-class killers who are short of money, and they gather around the earl, waiting for new tasks that can make a fortune at any time.

If the warned party is obstinate, then go to great lengths to kill them one by one, so that they will feel the pain of not being able to protect themselves from slaughter after all their efforts.

Of course, the Earl is not completely unsympathetic, and he will also select beautiful women or young men and turn them into blood slaves for his own enjoyment outside of his busy government affairs.

When the attack did not extend to the entire Terran group, but only to some local magnates who were also hated by their compatriots, this reign of terror was still very effective, and no one dared to oppose the Blood.

The same is true of the Nolen family, who have always been submissive to the Bloodline, and have never shown mercy when it comes to their fellow citizens.

Therefore, under the long-term survival philosophy, the Nolen family, from the master to the servant, all feel a heartfelt fear of the blood clan, although the Red Wing Earl has left, but this psychology cannot disappear immediately.

The Bloodline Lady Tax Officer is here?

This made the old master Lancer feel a chill in his back instantly, and the scenes about the cruel violence of the blood clan that he had witnessed and heard in countless lives became extremely vivid in his mind, so that his legs began to tremble slightly.

A few years ago, on the grounds of territorial turmoil, Lancer used various methods to default on the taxes that should have been paid, that is, he was sure that the Earl of Red Wing had been completely rotten after taking care of himself, and he would not provoke more civil revolts for some tax money, so he could only turn a blind eye to him.

The longer the rebellion, the better, the more chaotic the better, as long as this situation continues, the obscene and developed Nolen family can fish in troubled waters, seize more land and people with their strength, and have a greater actual say in the territory.

Lancer even fantasized that when the territory was completely rotten and the demons had completely lost the legitimacy of their rule, he would be able to seize the opportunity to consolidate the territory, and then lead Herodes' army southward to become the chief hero of Herode's great cause of restoring the country, bringing unprecedented glory to the family.

It would be a great feat that surpassed the ancestors of all generations, enough for future generations to shed tears of worship and gratitude in front of his tombstone.

The territory was in turmoil, what a wonderful development opportunity this was, but it was completely suppressed by the new young lord in less than half a year.

Not only that, but this young demon clan was not satisfied, and actually hit the idea on the head of the Noren family, who had always kept to themselves, and sent people to ask for the payment of tax arrears many times, and re-formulated a new tax amount according to the population of the land.

In the face of imminent persecution, the head of the family, Lancer, after all, is an old man who has experienced the era of the kingdom and the era of the demons, and he has adopted an ambiguous attitude on the issue of taxation, neither opposing nor supporting, and using both soft and hard means to deal with the messengers, and to win over threats to the extreme.

Tossing from summer to winter, Vincent struggled to get promises and taxes from him.

Lancer knew very well that the demons would not give up, but he was not free to deal with himself, he had imagined all kinds of possible situations, from kidnapping and theft to armed invasion, there were countermeasures in his heart, but the only thing he didn't expect was to let the blood clan collect taxes.

Thinking of this, Lancer became more and more angry at his stupid and lustful son, when he knelt and licked the blood clan, it was already a family shame, and it was also an imminent threat to the new lord, and now his son actually brought shame and threats into the family at the same time, how should he, as the head of the family, deal with it?

It's safe to kill the tax collector on the road regardless of the consequences

, at least this can be concealed for a while, but now that people have been invited back as guests, how can they let her disappear unknowingly?

"Take me to the tax collector." Lancer calmed down, tidied up his clothes, and instructed his henchmen, "The Bloodclan and I are old friends, maybe this is not a bad thing."

"Yes, sir, you're so right." The henchman chimed in, "I heard that the new lord has a bad relationship with the old lord, and he often curses the old lord, maybe ......

"So it's not that I can't let my son be rude." Lancer said and quickened his pace, "So stupid, how can you protect the family in my place in the future......" qδ.net

When he saw the tax collector in the courtyard, the old man couldn't help but feel terrified.

The young female tax collector, accompanied by her son, walked slowly towards him.

The woman's slender black hair was scattered over her slender shoulders, like pitch-black wings blooming, and the cold pale skin matched with perfect facial features made it difficult to take your eyes off her.

Her golden eyes were as bright as amber, exuding unbeatable arrogance, and her bright red lips were slightly upturned, revealing a hint of arrogance and banter.

The female tax collector wore a black gown that she had never seen before, with long boots, and the masculine dress was completely tailor-made for her, not only exquisite workmanship, but also faintly oozing a sense of solemn oppression.

However, the gown could not hide her elegant and charming curves, but also outlined a seductive figure, and her every step seemed to exude irresistible attraction.

Such a beautiful woman, no wonder her son was fascinated by her, and Lancer silently felt a little understanding of his son.

It's a pity that now is not the time for aesthetics, and the old master still suppressed other distractions, and just concentrated on thinking about how to face an uninvited guest.

"Ah, father, good afternoon! Today is a good day, and I have brought you a distinguished guest, Miss Cersie from Silver Dragon Castle, our Blood Friend."

The stupid son, who was pinned on by the head of the family, did not notice the old father's worries at all, but introduced guests to his father while offering courtesy.

Years of experience in kneeling and licking the blood clan played a role, and after confirming that this young lady was a fake blood clan, the head of the family, Lancer, couldn't help but put on a habitual flattering smile.

In the past, it was invincible, and obedience was the only way to find opportunities.

"This honorable young lady, welcome to the Loyal Nollon House," Lancer said in passing the last version of the welcome speech, "I swear to the gods that until just now, I was still nostalgic for the pleasant time I spent with the old Earl."

"Thank you." The beauty replied coldly, "Please continue to miss me, I will leave after collecting my taxes."

The indifferent and arrogant temperament made Lancer feel extremely embarrassed, but the young master of the Nolan family was fascinated.

The demon tax collector is not a new thing, let the human race collect the taxes of the same clan, I'm afraid the demon clan itself can't trust them.

This flower-like blood clan woman has an extraordinary temperament, she must be a high-level demon clan, and it is not surprising that she is valued by the lord.

But no matter how charming she looks, the job is an abomination, and the Nolan family will never let her succeed.

"The lord's orders, we all obey them, but there are still some hidden secrets in it that are too long to say, we need to take some time to explain, the time is just right, quickly arrange a dinner for your guests, and use fresh *** blood!"

Seeing that the head of the family was so courteous, the female tax collector also squeezed out a reluctant smile.

"I prefer the blood of a teenager to ***."

If you can say such a terrible thing casually, it seems that the True Blood Clan has not run away.

"I'll arrange it for you at once, ten years ago, in order to entertain the old earl, I also found a few beautiful young men from the church choir, and today I will entertain you with the same blood." Lancer agreed, glared at his son again, and reprimanded, "Go and prepare, don't be slack, ...... Very attentive, you know?"

Taking advantage of the fact that the guests were not paying attention, the head of the house gave his son a fierce look that only a father and son can understand.