The Legend of Fatality

By the time Bai En came to the Black Tower, the sun in the late summer had already hung high in the air, dispersing the morning mist and dispelling some bitter smells in the air. The villagers around the black tower arrived not far from the gate of the black tower before noon. Nearly a thousand people carried food and agricultural tools and stared at the distant master tower, just like the children peeping nervously from behind their mother. .

"What are we going to say?" An elderly village head asked, his unshaven jaw trembling. He didn't seem to mind Hedru giving orders.

Hedru shook his head irritably. The old village head didn't mind, but he did. The number of people did not meet his expectations. Fatalin ’s slaves had stored enough supplies, so the villagers lined up in long, scattered columns, marched along the river bank, and left their village to rush to the Black Tower to gather. Some of them looked sadly at the crop that was about to be harvested, but none stopped.

The eastern part of the Black Pagoda is dotted with messy bushes in a large number of plains and hills, while the southern part is an unspoiled dense forest. The villagers swiftly walked through the empty countryside, and the hot sun in the late summer made them sweat. The women fell into a weird silence, and the men held more than pitchforks and kitchen knives. However, Sidru still felt that there were not enough, and the dwarf rejected his proposal. He did not know whether so many people would make the wizards scrupulous.

Bane and the wizards of Fatalin stood in front of the gate of the black tower, while the residents on the opposite island of Fatalin stared at the wizards with a voice of hostility. Before the mages had made a decision, they quickly assembled and put the simple formation of men at the forefront, as if everyone was holding a weapon. Hiding women and children behind, holding long-handled farming tools like grass forks makes the situation even bigger. Some of them complain that they are tired and have heavy eyelids, and they need to rest.

Physically strong, with a thick neck, Hedru stared suspiciously at the complaining villagers. He suspected that these people would be defeated by the mage with a single blow.

"How many of us can fight?" Hedru asked.

"All of us, if necessary." The old village chief Green said with a wry smile.

Sidru whispered something close to the ear of the old village head Green. The old village head first opened his eyes in surprise, then shook his head and refused. He had to whisper in his ear again. The head of the village nodded his head in agreement, and arranged for someone to fulfill the request made by Sidru.

On the other side, there were different opinions among the mages of the Fatalin Association, and they were arguing quietly in front of the black tower. Bai En ignored the dispute, and kept staring at the front of the slave team. Think about whether you want to try your new spell later.

The mage has been divided into several factions. Amen Cannon, Black Elk and Olsen believe that they can meet the requirements of slaves. Olsen even told you that the dwarves did not join them, but they were also watching. Flynn and Falheim said they could be satisfied, but those who make trouble must be punished. Ye Xiao and Dean felt that the leader should be directly executed to punish the participants, otherwise such things will become more and more in the future. Antaratum and Bai En did not participate at all, Bai En was observing each other's leaders, and Antaratum was observing each other's participants.

Bai En saw that the other person's leader was looking at himself, and seemed to be judging who was talking. The other party's eyes turned to him soon, and Bai En suddenly laughed. He felt that perhaps this matter would become very simple, and that the means that Antalatum was preparing to apply might not be needed at all.

Bai En smiled from the masters and walked towards the slaves. Sidru found that the mage came out of a person, and after clenching his teeth, he also left the slave line and went to the mage. The slaves behind discovered the actions of Sidru, and from the front to the back, there was a constant voice of low-pitched discussion. Sidrew turned his head to glance at the crowd resentfully, and continued to move forward without looking back.

Bai En leaned over and stood between the two groups of people, very easily looked at the slave leader who walked to less than ten feet. After seeing each other's expressions, the smile on his face was even stronger.

Hidru looked at the smile on the face of the opposite mage, knowing that his plan should have been seen by the mage, but it was not a bad thing to be seen through.

"Master Master." Sidru said after saluting. It's just that the mage didn't reply, which made Sidru very embarrassed and could only continue. "My name is Andrew Baggins. As a representative of the villagers, I hope to talk to the Master about taxation."

"First," Bai En said after raising two fingers. "You are not villagers, but the slaves of the Fatalin Association, you can also call them serfs, whatever you call your name. But they are definitely not villagers. The 50% of the annual output as a slave is as grace as I know. Most slaves can only be Make sure to eat food. "

"We ..." Sidru hoped to explain.

"No ~ no ~ no, don't interrupt me." Bai En waved directly to interrupt him. "If other people who use slaves know that I gave them 50% of their output and let them eat, they may give me the title of a saint. But when they know that this group of slaves is still assembled When resisting me, maybe I will be given the title of the world's biggest stupid. Which one do you think is better? Saint or stupid? "

"As for the second point, the slave is not qualified to negotiate." Bai En did not give Sidru the opportunity to answer.

"Allow me to explain, sir." Sidru said quickly that Brian didn't interrupt himself anymore. "Master Master, most of us used to be the people of the empire. Although they were displaced by the colony and were eventually captured by the slave squad. But we were all free citizens. Most of them were citizens of the city."

"As citizens, we have the habit of paying taxes, even if we need to pay most of the output after being a slave. But the 50% tax regulations you have made actually allow us to pay most of the output. We can only keep up to four One-half of the output includes the seeds that need to be sown in the second year. "

"I believe Master Master is benevolent, as you can see that we live and live like free people, low taxes. But I believe you must not be willing to deal with mud legs, and those with mud legs It ’s easy to deceive you and steal your benefits from it. "

A smart man, Bai En thought. A smart person who wants something from himself.

"Okay. What do you want?"

"An opportunity, my lord." Sidru leaned down again to salute. He feels that his efforts are finally in vain ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ You need a manager, a clean manager. "Hedru continued." Only a manager with a larger goal will not give up his position for wealth. "

"Do you want to be this manager?"

"Yes, my lord."

"A manager doesn't seem to be quite appropriate. Tell me what you will do." Bai En asked seriously.

"I need your rights and your kindness."

"Don't go around, just say it."

"Okay, my lord." Sidru explained to Bai En what he learned in Lansberg, what he saw on the road, and his own ideas.

"First, I need the adults to promise that after they have cultivated land of 30 acres and 60 acres of slaves, they will be able to become freemen for ten years and five years of continuous cultivation, and no longer be slaves. . "

"Second, please give me the right to appoint village managers and allow me to set up a department to record everyone's land situation. I need to hire someone who can write to help me."

"Third, please allow me to build a town for trading not far from the Black Tower, for the time being only for trade of commodities."

"Fourth, your tax officer allows my person to be present at the time of tax collection."

"Fifth, please use your kindness to formulate the taxes that free people need to pay."

"Oh? How much do you think is appropriate?" Bai En asked rhetorically.

"If you can let me collect the transaction tax in the town, I think the transaction tax is 10%, and it is better for freemen to pay half of the tax for slaves." Sidru said his thoughts carefully.

"Just say what you said, my dear executive Sir Lord Baggins."