Enwei and Shi wooed a group of people, this Curt understands some. Although it is not as good as Eoham, it can be regarded as a small experience. But ruling a territory is different for him, it is completely blind. Fortunately, Curt is self-aware, and if you encounter something you don't understand, don't pretend to be an expert, just learn honestly

As a mage, Curt's most immediate reaction was to find a book to read. When he was an apprentice, he studied hard for ten years, and he could be called well-read, otherwise he would not be where he is today. The related book Curt vaguely remembers what it is called, and it is not difficult to look it up. Lan Kate often has to go back to the Thousand Laws City, and Curt doesn't know what to do. Fortunately, if you want Lan Kite to do you a favor and give yourself a ride, it will definitely be no problem.

So Curt came back with a bunch of books and buried himself in reading them. The content of the book is related to people's livelihood, politics, and military affairs, and it is interesting that most of the authors are mages. Because historically, mages ruled Big 6 much longer than warriors. And for nearly a hundred years, warriors also had to be backed by divine power in order to maintain royal power. Therefore, the relevant books are theological as the core.

As a result, many important matters are still taken care of by the Faceless One, which is something that cannot be helped. Originally, Hank had gone too far and wanted to use Curt as a puppet to set him up. Curt beats him up and gets his share back. The rest still belong to the interests of Qianfa City.

The lord of Eoham had no idea, he valued the port and the transportation channel. So Curt took it and planned to try it out. On his first visit to Otland, Curt was impressed by the poverty of the locals. He doesn't have too high expectations, he just wants to create a decent home. By the time Ani returns, there will be a ready-made retreat.

"Curt is my son. It won't be a problem. As long as I have half the power. What's so difficult about controlling the small back cover? What's more, he is better than the blue. At Curt's age, I was still working on the most basic spells. ”

This was Ioham's statement, and the audience was one of the few psionic monsters who could be his friend. Nazha added his forehead with his hand, and a bunch of tentacles crawled between the fingers of his four fingers. In Naza's opinion, Eoham had not been played to death by his father. Ani is very important to Curt, and Naza knows it.

In any case, the Marquis of Curt still had great power in his hands and began to deal with affairs. For the first month, he buried himself in a book. Gordon, Cameron, and twenty mercenaries were sent out, and I don't know what work was arranged. The Faceless Ones were too busy to take Curt's actions seriously.

As a result, most of the affairs in the territory are still business as usual, and Hank is too lazy to take care of thousands of poor people. Even if you fish with all your might, it will only be a few hundred gold coins a month. For the rich Qianfa City, it is not worth mentioning at all.

If someone doesn't like it, naturally someone will look at it. Since no one was in charge, the system set by the Marquis of Winton continued to be enforced. When the army was crushed, except for the regular army, the rest of the administrative staff surrendered as soon as possible. I just didn't kneel down and kowtow. Hank didn't take away their power either, or rather. It's too lazy to take away their power.

The tax rate in the marquisdom is still fifty percent, which is frustratingly high. This was set by the Marquis of Winton, and it almost squeezed the people to the limit. If a family's income is not enough, then at least fifty copper coins must be paid. This is a staggering amount for the people who have enough to eat every day.

Old Jack's family is a typical example, their family of five people in total, living on half farming and half fishing. Several acres of fields are planted with salty barley, and the yield is pitifully low. The deficiency has to be made up for by the elder Jack and his son Little Jack walking more than ten miles a day to the beach to fish and pick coconuts.

At dusk, three tax collectors wandered to Old Jack's house and kicked open the door. The people lived in low houses made of stones, covered with straw, and pressed with stones to shelter them from the wind and rain. The tax collector weighed more than two hundred pounds, and when he kicked out, he almost kicked the wooden door. They held up torches and said to Old Jack, who came out:

"Give money, or give people?"

Two days ago, the deadline for paying taxes had passed. Old Jack searched his stomach and found only seventy copper coins, and twenty copper coins were not found anyway. The tax collector's idea was simple, and if he couldn't pay the money, he sold old Jack's son and daughter into slavery. Slaves were needed in all major cities, including the City of a Thousand Laws, and able-bodied people were equal to money.

Little Jack hid the hatchet behind him and stood silently to the side. He is a strong laborer, and it is impossible to be sold. But to watch my sister Jenny become a slave...... Little Jack would rather cut the knife at the tax collector's head.

Under the gaze of Little Jack, Old Jack pleaded in a low voice, and was punched and kicked by the greatly dissatisfied tax officer. Old Jack is an old fisherman in his fifties, and his body is still strong, and he can barely bear it. It wasn't until the tax collectors ran out of patience and drew their knives that Old Jack ran a few steps and grabbed the harpoon against the wall. He pointed the tip of his fork at the nearest tax officer, and howled in despair:

"My family gets up early and works late every day, and only one silver coin a month. Fifty percent of the tax is fifty copper coins, why do you have to charge me ninety?"

"Hehe, the three of us have run to you several times, shouldn't we charge some hardship fees?"

The two tax collectors laughed and drew their swords, and the third ducked behind and pulled out a crossbow. The one who drew the bow was very excited, and he was very interested in Old Jack's daughter, and he liked to spoil the little girl of eleven or two. Most of today's incident is because he is fueling the troubles, so he not only gave up the bribes he received, but also posted a lot.

The crossbow is the second most powerful weapon to kill people, and it can kill a person when you hit it. Fortunately, someone patted the tax officer on the shoulder and punched him when he turned around. The tax collector immediately threw away the crossbow and spun into the air.

The two tax collectors turned back in shock and yelled at Gordon, who had made the move. Gordon flicked his wrist and turned to walk away. The tax collectors chased after them with their knives, and before they had run a few steps, they were each hit with an arrow in the thigh. Twenty paces away, Cameron lowered his bow, and at this distance he wanted to shoot someone in the left eye would not hit the right eye, it was purely a small test.

Curt stepped out of the darkness and approached with a frown. The tax collector, who had been knocked off half of his teeth by Gordon, picked up the crossbow and aimed it at Curt with a shudder. Curt stood still and said simply and clearly:

"I'm Marquis Curt, lay down your weapon, I'm going to take you back to dispose of it. ”

"The scum of the Thousand Laws City!"

The tax officer showed a smile that was more ugly than crying, and he was unexpectedly quite backbone. He shot his crossbow at Curt, and was pinned to the ground by the bouncing arrow. Amid the tax officer's screams, Curt turned and left. Today he just happened to pass by and had no intention of being a hero. As a marquis, it is somewhat humiliating for this kind of thing to happen in the territory.

"It's really troublesome, and I thought that I could solve the problem with some money, but it didn't seem that easy. ”

Six mercenaries rushed over and arrested the tax collectors. Curt's face was very unsightly, he did not expect that after many years of the Marquis of Winton's exhaustion, the life of the people had decayed to such a point. To put it mildly, it's hell on earth. It's a miracle that the people didn't rebel.

In order to regain people's hearts, Curt has been secretly visiting during this time. What happened to Old Jack's family is just the tip of the iceberg, and it's nothing. Since the Marquis of Winton came to the throne, the population of the realm has been decreasing. Taxes have continued unabated, thanks to soaring tax rates.

Curt was idle, and decided to do something meaningful. It took him a month to get to the bottom of it, and then he wiped out all the administrators in his territory. Under Hank's side-eye, Curt issued an order to the territory. He demanded that every household send at least one person to attend the ceremony of the new marquis.

Half a day before the ceremony began, hundreds of ragged fishermen and farmers arrived. In the past, the ferocity of the Marquis of Winton was vividly remembered, and the consequences of being late were really unpredictable. Now that Curt is the Marquis, no one wants to be a bird. Fortunately, Curt did not list the prestige of the army, and prepared some coarse bread and noodle soup to entertain the people. It's just that there is a row of wooden platforms placed on the wide field, and I don't know what it is for.

It wasn't until noon, when the sun was at its highest, that the ceremony began. Curt walked up to a makeshift wooden platform and said simply:

"I'm Curt, Curt Ioham. By order of His Majesty the Gulrant, replace Winton, as your Marquis. I like to do things and don't like crap. Ladies and gentlemen, this is my welcome gift. ”

Curt clapped his hands, and the twenty mercenaries immediately escorted a group of administrators who had been a fish and meat leader for many years onto the rest of the wooden platform. The two of them dealt with each other, pushed the magistrate down on the edge of the wooden platform, drew his knife and cut off his head, and kicked the body away. The surviving magistrates screamed in horror, but they could not break free from the ropes and were beheaded one after another.

In the diffuse bloody atmosphere, Curt looked down at the silent and frightened people who put their hands in their mouths and bit them, and said loudly:

"As you all know, I'm from the Thousand Laws City. I don't care about the old rules, but from now on, the tax rate you pay will be changed to 10%. At the end of each month, interest will be calculated after three days. If I haven't paid it for two months in a row, I'll send someone to the door. I don't care what you think of me, I just want this land to be richer, like a place for people. In addition, the slave trade will end from this moment on, and whoever dares to buy and sell human beings again, I will cut off his head. ”

After a while, there was a sparse cheer. The volume was not high, and the person who spoke up looked left and right and quickly lowered his head. Immediately afterward, the overwhelming cheers rang out, and some fishermen even took off their clothes and roared. Ke Ting nodded and jumped off the wooden platform. He is ready to gradually buy people's hearts in exchange for a territory that truly belongs to him. (To be continued......)

PS: It's two hundred chapters, it's worth remembering

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