It all comes from the blood of Montabulllock.

Or rather, mad blood.

The gray-robed mage recounted the ancient origins of the Montabullock family, and Annan took a moment to look into the distance. The movements of everyone on the battlefield were like freeze frames, only the bullets fired from the chamber of the guns kept them moving, but they were as slow as Martin who had made a mistake and walked towards Aunt Susan.

Will touching the bullet change its trajectory at this point?

The Montabulllocks are a faded golden family – the ancestors of the Mad Dog Archduke once walked out of Wilhelm, just like the Montreal family.

It's just that their fate is exactly the opposite. Known as the Barbarians, the Montreal Gold Family built a fort on Montreal Hill and held it steadily. The radical Montabullock Golden Family made their way north. The price is that their ancestors were tainted by demonic blood.

So the golden blood gave them power, and the demonic blood cursed them to madness.

Not so much two hundred years ago, the Grand Duke provoked his neighbors – at the cost of becoming a vassal of the Tatoon Empire, and then degenerating like a wild boar into a pig.

Now, the mad dog Grand Duke is starting to scare the nobles, so he tries to prevent the disaster that follows.

Annan half believed - the mad dog Grand Duke is indeed not a normal person.

The remaining half of him can also be verified by Giraldi.

"You're on the side of the nobility?" Annan asked the gray-robed mage.

"It's not."

"You can't be on the side of the Mad Dog Archduke."

"I'm neither." The gray-robed mage said calmly, "I just want the madblood to lose control of this land anymore. ”

It seems that the gray-robed mage has a story behind it......

"I have a question." Annan stared at the gray-robed mage seriously: "The Mad Dog Grand Duke drove away tens of thousands of civilians, didn't you do anything during this period?" ”

“…… Gilles' death will save many more people. ”

"The Mad Dog Grand Duke is wrong...... They are not innocent either. Annan said indifferently, the gray-robed mage's statement seemed ridiculous—they were not qualified to say so.

Saving more people is fake, and it is true that the nobles are back in control of the principality.

"And I don't want to redeem him."

"Redemption?"

"There is no pain to be killed by the curse...... Isn't it salvation? ”

"The choice is yours." The gray-robed mage was silent for a while, and his figure began to fade, "Do you want to end his sins at this moment, or will the demon's blood continue to go crazy......"

With the gray-robed mage gone, Annan and the dean returned to the battlefield.

The Dean's forbidden realm still loomed over the camp, and the musketeers rushed to the cavalry within 200 yards of the one-sided harvest.

"I don't choose neither."

Annan whispered to himself: "Everyone has to pay for what they do." ”

Annan does not accept the moral kidnapping of the gray-robed mage because he and the nobles behind him are not qualified. As for the so-called "prophecy"...... Annan never believed that the future could be accurately recognized—even Elimoas's artifact, the Apocalypse Forecast, could only predict events about its wielder.

The goddesses of fate are not girls who will let the wind blow the hem of their skirts, even if the gods lose contact, they still have a profound impact on the continent of Allen.

Dean Brehim handed the cursed hedron to Annan.

In any case, the gray-robed mage should be on the sidelines for the rest of the war.

There are supposed to be hundreds of civilians around the camp, but they hid or escaped from the camp as soon as the portal opened. With three minutes left in the portal, Annan wasted no more time and let the musketeers begin to retreat, allowing Elimoas to fall and climb onto the dragon's back.

As the last of the musketeers entered the portal, Annan withdrew his magic and disappeared into the night sky with Elimoas.

The remnants of the soldiers on the ground belatedly rushed into the devastated camp.

……

"How dare he...... How dare you! ”

The voice of the Mad Dog Grand Duke echoed through the hall like a wind. His face was contorted with anger, and the ornate gown on his body seemed to become a surging shadow, casting a distorted and grotesque shadow.

His anger burst into the gray-robed mage on the side: "What are you doing! ”

"I'm worried it's a bait...... An epic mage is following him. ”

"Forget it...... Just some pariahs. ”

The Mad Dog Archduke suppressed his boiling anger. He just cared that his elite hadn't stopped them, and hadn't even recovered a spear...... It's like being whipped in the face.

"Mr. Dahl, what do you think we should do next?"

"Siege of Liberty City." The gray-robed mage's expression was deep and serene: "The food in Free City, which has taken in a large number of untouchables, will not last long, as long as we block the sea, it will become a new hell." ”

The Mad Dog Grand Duke was eager to see what the gray-robed mage described as "hell": "When?" ”

"Before the rainy season."

“…… It's been too long. ”

The gray-robed mage said, "Then a quick one...... Erect the prestige of the Mad Dog Grand Duke. ”

The Mad Dog Grand Duke was laughing at first, and then the smile faded away.

……

The mansions were packed, the dwellings were packed, the tavern rooms were packed, and even the undemolished camps and shacks on the outskirts were packed.

Liberty City is finally a bit of an urban city now, and at the cost of ......

"We have no money?!"

Annan took the financial income and expenditure handed by Ingrid, and was dizzy as if hypnotized: "Did you design the encrypted text?" ”

"It's the lingua franca."

"Then why can't I read a word?"

Ingrid gets the money back: "We are buying up oralcum and a lot of supplies, and we are building streets, houses, mage towers, farmland to the north, vineyards to the west, ports to the east, and coastal streets to the south. ”

There are too many places to use money, and too few channels to make money.

Still amazed by the costs, Annan continued: "I propose to raise taxes in Liberty City. ”

Lela passed through the hallway with a fishing rod on her shoulder.

"I remember other towns paying the same taxes as we did."

"Business taxes are like that, but they're going to charge five to nine parts of the agricultural tax."

Ingrid said that there was only one business tax, and Annan felt that she was too harsh. When she said that the agricultural tax would be charged at a maximum of nine shares, Annan felt that the commercial tax was indeed too low.

"Clearly the businessman is the ...... who makes the most money"

"Behind the merchants are the aristocracy, and of course they will not shoot themselves."

Annan thought thoughtfully: "But let's forget it...... Whether a merchant or a farmer. After all, even if we add up to 100 taxes, we won't be able to collect much kinnar now. I'll figure out how to deal with money. ”

"Then do as you say."

But Annan's conversation with Ingrid somehow got out.

The citizens of Liberty City happily commented: "Have you heard, there is going to be a tax increase?" ”

The citizens unanimously agreed that the current taxes were too low, and what did the city lord's mansion rely on to support itself?

It's just that the City Lord's Mansion then refuted the rumors made them both happy and regretful: the news about the increase in taxes was only a discussion.

The young lord of the castle always broke the hearts of the citizens—

(End of chapter)