Chapter 1016: Silin

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"Knock squeeze?" A male duck called out: "What do you mean kid? Are you insulting an imperial official, a tax collector from Sardinia?"

Allen followed the sound and saw a man standing behind a group of stag soldiers. He is not tall and has a big nose. Wearing a crooked official hat, the system on his body is black with yellow borders. There is a coat of arms on the chest, and the pattern of the coat of arms is a balance. But the slight difference from the Sardinian city logo is that there are a few scattered coins on the left side of this balance, and a key on the right side. This is the generic symbol of the Imperial Tax Collector.

Edward sneered and said: "Since you are a tax official, you should know that in the Imperial Tax Law | Pig | Pig | Island | Novel www.[zhu][zhu][] stipulates that no matter which city the caravan tariff is uniform. The team can enter the city by paying ten silver coins per person, so tell me, the tax collector. When will the customs duty in Sardinia increase tenfold, otherwise why would you charge each of us a gold coin tax?"

While Edward was questioning the other party, Sean briefly explained to Allen what had happened. It turned out that when he was going through the formalities for entering the city, he suddenly heard that the tariff had increased tenfold, and his tone was extreme. The tax officer immediately asked the soldiers to take Sean down. Fortunately, Edward intervened in time to prevent Sean from being captured. Seeing that Edward's guards were bright in armor and dignified, the other party immediately called in a group of Bucks soldiers to confront him.

At this time, the tax officer shouted: "What do you know, the imperial tax law is only for ordinary cities. Sardinia is the capital of trade and has independent autonomy, and can adjust taxes according to needs!"

"Of course I know this, but I also know that there is an additional regulation on the special case of Sardinia in the Imperial Tax Law. That is, the adjustment amount should not exceed 20%, sir, your tax has increased by a whole Ten times, obviously more than 20%? Or, the extra part is actually your own initiative, forcibly expropriated?"

The tax officer was stunned. He didn't expect Edward to be so familiar with the tax law of the empire, even such an incidental regulation so clearly, so he was at a loss for words. The crowd of onlookers pointed at him one after another, and the tax official couldn't hold back his face, so he simply shouted arrogantly: "They just beat up the imperial officials and soldiers, I want you to catch that fat man for me!"

Xiao En said angrily: "I clearly didn't even touch a single hair of yours, how did I beat you?"

The tax officer sneered and said, "If I say beating, I will be beating. Throw this untouchable into prison!" He said to Edward again: "You better not interfere, otherwise, you will be accomplices! You are not very familiar with the imperial constitution. ? Then tell me, what is the crime for beating an imperial official?"

Allen smiled, stretched out his hand and pushed the two guards away: "I will answer for him. Beating an imperial official will be a crime depending on the situation. It can be as light as three years in prison,

In severe cases, they were sent to the imperial mines and reduced to coolies. Sir, am I right? "

The tax officer narrowed his eyes: "It's best to know." He raised his chest, got out from behind the soldiers, pointed at Sean and screamed: "Then hurry up and catch this fat man."

Allen walked up to him, raised his hand and pressed the tax officer's finger, and said with a smile: "But the tax officer, you said that he beat you. But I didn't see any traces on you, which puzzled me Yes. Tell me, could it be your illusion?"

"Fart!" The tax officer jumped up, pointed to his chest and said, "That bastard punched me here, and it's still swollen and painful. You can't see it because of the clothes blocking it. Do you want me to take it off?" Clothes inspection? What a joke!"

"That's not necessary, you said he punched him. Look, isn't that the case?" Allen suddenly raised his hand and slapped the tax officer away. He didn't dare to use a heavy hand yet, but the slap was so loud that the tax official fell to the ground, half of his face was swollen. Allen said "Oops", shook his palm and said, "I made a mistake. This is clearly a slap, not a punch. Otherwise, let's do it again?"

The tax officer struggled to get up from the ground, pointed at Allen and yelled, "What are you waiting for, beat up the imperial officials openly, and don't let me take them down."

The Bucks soldiers stepped forward immediately, and Allen snorted. Immediately, the Buck soldier staggered to and fro as if drunk, his ears buzzing, his head dizzy, and he couldn't tell the difference between south, east and north. Allen said: "Go and get my medal."

Edward nodded and left, and came back a while later, handing him Allen's knighthood. Alan took it, pinned the medal to his chest, and brought the tax officer over like he was catching a chicken, and said lightly: "Open your dog's eyes and see, what is this!"

The tax officer glanced at it unconsciously, but suddenly his whole body trembled like an electric shock. He couldn't look away any longer and said tremblingly, "Medal of Jazz... Viscount? Are you a Viscount?"

Allen pushed him away, and sneered: "You just said that beating an imperial official will be thrown into prison. So tell me now, what kind of crime is it to openly extort an imperial knight?"

The tax official couldn't say a word for a long time, and then Edward said indifferently: "For any conspiracy against the Imperial Sir, the mastermind should be sentenced to hang."

Allen said "Oh", patted the tax officer's face and asked, "Do you understand?"

The tax officer's blood faded immediately, and his legs trembled. At this time, there was a sound of horseshoes in the city, and the crowd of onlookers was separated by another group of stag infantry. After a few riders galloped up, an old man with white hair and beard sat on the head of a tall horse, with a dignified expression on his square face. A scar ran diagonally across his forehead, almost splitting his entire forehead in two. The old man wears black clothes inside and silver armor on the outside. The armor is decorated with intricate patterns, and on the chest is a stag pattern. Wearing a dark green cloak, like a blue flame.

Allen looked, but he heard a few exclamations from the crowd next to him: "Isn't this General Sling?"

He exchanged a wink with Edward, thinking in his heart that the Lord has finally come.

The old man on the horse didn't look sideways, and he didn't even look at the trembling tax official. His eyes fell on the medal on Alan's chest. He squinted his eyes, then got off his horse, with a smile on his face, like the sun breaking through the clouds: "Surely this is Sir Allen?"

Allen smiled and nodded: "This is strange. When did I become a celebrity in the empire? The general saw through my identity at a glance?"

This sentence is very suspicious of insinuating, but some clues can be deduced from Sling's answer. The old man smiled lightly, and said indifferently: "Anyone who can pass two tricks in the hands of old Horn is qualified to let me know his name. Besides, at this time, there are jazz from the southern border going north. Is Sir Lun alone? So, it's not hard to guess."

"So that's the case." Allen thought secretly, and Slin's answer was perfect.

Then Slim glanced at the tax collector: "What's going on here?"

The tax official wanted to speak up, but Slin casually ordered a soldier from the Bucks Army and said, "You speak."

The soldiers dared not hide it, so they immediately told the truth about what happened just now. After hearing this, Slin said directly: "Throw him into prison for me, and let the people from the tax department explain to me, when the tariff in our city of Sardinia increased tenfold, and I didn't know it at all? "

He simply didn't listen to the tax officer's explanation, and directly asked someone to take the unlucky guy away. Then he put on a smile and said to Allen: "If you can trust me, let me handle this matter, and I promise to give you a satisfactory answer before Jazz leaves the city."

Naturally, Allen would not make a big fuss, and he didn't bother to pursue it no matter whether it was the tax official's impromptu idea or someone behind it. After all, it was only a small role, and since Silin had taken over this matter, he was happy to give the other party a face. Seeing Allen nodded in agreement, Slin raised his hand, and a smart young man ran over. Slim patted him on the shoulder and said, "This is my orderly, a clever fellow. He will take you to the best hotel in the city. Sir Allen is staying in Sardinia. He is always at your disposal. .Where do you want to go, what do you know, there is nothing this kid doesn't know, just ask him."

The young man gave Alan a solemn military salute, and said loudly: "Faken, private soldier of the Bucks Army, is always at your service, my lord!"

Edward tugged at Allen calmly, secretly reminding that this might be Slin'an's eyeliner next to them. Allen knew it naturally, but he didn't refuse, and accepted it generously. Sling said again: "Sir Allen is rarely in Sardinia. Tonight, I will decide to prepare a dust-cleaning dinner for Sir. As for the specific time and place, Ficken will tell you later, Sir Allen will not Will you refuse?"

Allen laughed: "It's an opportunity I can't wait to get close to General Sling and the celebrities in the city. How could I refuse it?"

"That's good. I have something to deal with, so I'll take my leave first." Slin reached out and shook Alan's hand, then flew on his horse and turned back to the city.

Under Ficken's management, the caravan quickly completed the formalities for entering the city, and soon entered Sardinia. Feken took the caravan to the hotel to stay overnight, while Silin rode towards the general's mansion. He did not gallop, so the procession did not move fast. At this moment, as soon as he stepped forward, he was a middle-aged man, with some hesitation in his gray-blue eyes, but he finally gritted his teeth and said, "General, the tariff matter has nothing to do with Harry."

Silin said indifferently: "I'm still thinking about when you will stand up. If you don't plan to stand up when you arrive at the general's mansion, then I will execute your nephew directly. Now, tell me, Waite, why did you want to stand up?" Do it."

"General, he ruined our event. Rhaegar has already said everything when he came back, so I..."

"You want to make things difficult for him? That doesn't make any sense, Waite. I have my own concerns about this matter. If you dare to make your own claims, don't blame me for not being affectionate." Slin snorted heavily.