Warhammer Throne

Chatting with his wife for a while, after having dinner, it rained outside the passenger ship. The rain in early winter always brought a deep sense of coldness. Ryan held his son Devin Hill and taught him to read and speak. The little guy and dad are very close, kissed dad’s face and then smiled happily, while Su Liya stayed with the father and son, just watching Ryan and Devonhill play softly without talking, the female knight In fact, she doesn’t like her son being too close to herself. She even hopes that Devon Hill can also kiss Ryan, because she has been influenced by the teachings and influences of chivalry since childhood. Inside, the future will not become a powerful knight.

After playing for a while, Devin Hill was sleepy and wanted to sleep, Silvia took the initiative to take him away, while Ryan said to Sulia: "Suria, you take a rest first, I will go to the deck One turn."

"It's raining outside, you go out?" Su Liya said casually.

"I heard that it's better for hanging out on a rainy day!" Ryan said with a smile: "I saw Karad and Afu passing by in the corridor and talking about something, go out and have a look."

"Well, you go." Su Liya didn't say anything, she motioned to Ryan to go early and return early: "Later, wait until Devonshire sleeps."

Ryan came out of the room, and it was rainy weather oncoming. The sky on the Rick River was already shrouded in clouds and mist. The sky was full of thunder. The raindrops hit the river and the land on both sides of the river bank. When it hit the ship's side and body, the rain was not very heavy, but it was dense. Ryan raised his head and looked at the gloomy sky and walked outside along the corridor.

There are a large number of towns and outposts established on both sides of the Rick River. There are many ships on the river. Many of the ships were soaked by the heavy rain. They had to stop temporarily on the bank. Seeing Ryan came out, the old guard standing guard at the door immediately saluted : "The Duke!"

"Thank you." Ryan patted the shoulders of the two old guards affirmatively: "Where is Bertrand?"

"Sir Bertrand is resting in his room." An old guard replied loudly.

"Well, nothing happened, right?" Ryan asked casually.

"Nothing." The old guard saluted again: "Except for the **** weather!"

"Haha~" Ryan smiled. He walked out along the corridor and out of the cabin. The cold wind blew outside, causing Ryan's long black hair to fly in the air when he walked up the corridor on the second floor. When I found out that Alfred and Karad were standing here to watch the scenery, the champion of the Lake Fairy’s selection immediately stepped forward: "Afu, Karad, you are so interested. Come out to see the scenery at this time. Are you afraid of being hit by a wave?"

"The cabin is too boring, and it exudes a bad smell." Karad was wearing a britania earl's dress, and the cold wind blew his brown hair. The holy grail knight was helpless. Shaking his head: "The smell of copper."

"Yes, there are disgusting transactions everywhere." Alfred looked a little angry, and he shook his head: "In the cabin, the group of merchants are sitting together, with gold coins and gold. ."

This time Ryan returned to Bretania not only with his team and the army of knights brought by Karad, but also a large number of merchants from Noor, and even many small nobles, who boarded the passenger ship to Brittany and got After Ryan’s guarantee, everyone is willing to go to Brittany to try their luck, especially Moussilon. The business opportunities contained in the rejuvenating knight kingdom make these Nuer people smell like blood. Uninvited like sharks.

Ryan also expressed his welcome. He has no reason not to welcome these people. There are many ways to rejuvenate Moussilon, and a large investment is definitely the fastest.

"Normal, the pursuit of profit is the nature of man, or the nature of the businessman." Ryan took a few steps, and he reached out and stroked the rain-drenched railing, and smiled: "It's like the pursuit of glory is the nature of a knight. Piety is the same as the nature of the priest."

"I know this." Karad took the initiative to speak. The sanctuary powerhouse walked to Ryan's side. He looked at the rain curtain, a little surprised: "Your Excellency Ryan, you told me that the merchant's pursuit of gold is just like that. The knight's pursuit of the Holy Grail is the same."

"Yes, I don't have the right to prevent merchants from pursuing interests, just like I don't have the right to prevent knights from chasing the Holy Grail." Ryan closed his eyes and enjoyed the oncoming breeze: "Since this is the case, what else do you have to struggle with? What about?"

"I'm just a little unhappy." Calad's tone was hard, he moved two steps laterally, and then quickly walked to Ryan's side: "Your Excellency Ryan, do you know what those merchants are talking about?"

"What are you talking about?" Ryan asked along the way.

"They are talking, saying that it's okay. There is no physical tax in Bretania, only tariffs and entrance taxes. Now they can make a lot of money!" Alfred said depressedly: " What a business! They talked hot when they thought of Bretania's low taxes, especially the little Sir Krupp, he was very excited and said that he was finally free from Noor's high business tax. "

"Hahaha! Did he still say that as long as conditions permit, he can even move all the family's properties in Nur to Moussilon?" Ryan laughed and said, "I dare to say, if he really dares to do that, Sooner or later, I will go to Noor’s gallows, and Emilia will not let him go."

"That's not true." Alfred couldn't help but smile as he listened, and shook his head after smiling, "So, Ryan, I sometimes wonder, are these rich people a little too much? Obviously they have made so much money, and obviously there are so many poor people struggling on the line of hunger, why can't they take the initiative to help the poor?"

"Do the rich donate less money to the church?" Ryan disagreed with this point. He shook his head: "Just the little Sir Krupp you mentioned, he has donated no less than five dollars to the Church of Justice in the past ten years. Wanjinmark, this time the Battle of Noor, he and his father Krupp Krupp jointly donated another 25,000 golden marks. For this point alone, we cannot ask for more."

For this, Alfred and Calad had nothing to say. The new patriarch of the Diocese of West Bretania had to spread his hands: "Well, maybe this little Sir Krupp is indeed generous, but he doesn’t Not every businessperson is like this. I saw many businessmen in Nuer who just make money for themselves and ignore people. I can’t say that they are going to be gallows like this. But..."

"Ha, Afu, you have grown up." Ryan nodded, and he smiled and said: "Just at you for not rushing to blow their heads, I want to praise you."

"I have already passed the age of impulse. If it were about ten years ago when I arrived at Marienburg like you." Alfred shrugged: "The imperial law stipulates that the sacred freedom of citizen property, I just want to say, Is there no way to cure these wealthy people? For example, taxing more? For example, to limit their excessive inflation?"

"I also think that these profiteers can't make money too easy." Karad also agreed.

"Don't be funny, Afu, Calade." Ryan looked at the water and heavy rain in the Rick River and sighed: "Tax heavy taxes on the rich? In fact, the more the rich, the more difficult it is to collect taxes. François is my father-in-law, Sulia’s father. Everyone in Brittany knows that he and his Winford Principality are the richest. He has several vineyards, and every year it is only in the wine trade. The profit is more than 50,000 gold crowns, then, who of you dare to tell him that you make too much wine and we must tax you heavily?"

Francois is a great knight of the Holy Grail of Sanctuary. He has money and food in his hands. He has a noble blood. He has a strong influence in the kingdom. He also has an elite force "Quinalis Champion Knight Brotherhood". "Alfred and Karad thought about it for a moment, they could only shake their heads with a wry smile.

If this one is not handled well, it is a war.

"The richer, the more powerful, the harder it is to collect taxes. Alfred, you should have a deeper understanding of this." Ryan began to talk about the difference in the tax system. He looked at the cold rain in early winter: "Businessman Don’t talk about heavy taxes with the nobles. Even if they are ordinary taxes, they may try to avoid taxes or shift the tax burden down. For example, if Emilia levies heavy taxes on the Krupp family, the end will be the whole The prices of Uzbekistan and the prices of guns and artillery have risen together."

Now Alfred and Karad's faces became serious. They knew that Ryan had something to say.

There are roughly three ways to levy taxes on individuals, namely, head tax, proportional tax, and excess progressive tax.

The poll tax seems to be the fairest, but in fact it is the most unfair and has many disadvantages. The poor are the hardest hit, and the rich are basically unaffected, so I won’t discuss it here.

The proportional tax will be better. It seems fair, but it is not true. For example, a poor peasant earns three gold crowns per year, and can barely support his family. The tithe tax is deadly. For example, a craftsman earns three gold per year. Ten gold crowns, tithe tax will make him feel uncomfortable, but for a little nobleman with an annual income of 300 gold crowns, the tax of 30 gold crowns may not be a big deal.

And for the 30 gold crowns alone, the tax officer can actually collect 15 gold crowns, because the steward of the little nobleman will help with the accounting, and there are too many ways for the little nobleman to avoid the collection.

Finally, there is an excessive progressive tax. This is very similar to the celestial dynasty in Ryan’s previous life, that is, the poor pay no taxes, the middle class pay less, and the rich pay more. This kind of tax is actually unfair, but most people think that This is the fairest.

However, the rich are not willing to be slaughtered. They have so many methods. For example, a certain Li Chaoren in Ryan’s previous life has transformed into a British Lord Li, his nationality has become a member of the Maple Leaf Country, and another example is that a rich man directly Give yourself a dollar an annual salary, which is farther from the threshold than everyone else.

What's more serious is that France once levied a 75% wealthy tax on rich people with an annual salary of more than 1 million euros. Is this tax heavy enough? This tax has just come out and won the support of 80% of the people. Many people were happy to drink and celebrate. However, in the first year of the taxation, prices soared by nearly 25%. Instead, the poor were the ones who suffered the most. The exodus has had a devastating effect on the economy of the entire country, and in the end the poor and the middle class pay the bill.

Speaking far, Ryan explained several of these issues a little bit. Alfred and Calad were already in a cold sweat. Ryan finally concluded: "Fairness and justice cannot reach agreement on this issue. Furthermore, As you said, Afu, the sacred financial freedom of citizens is protected by imperial law. Moreover, while merchants donate a lot to the church and request notarization, the church will also assume the responsibility of protecting merchants. We cannot forcibly confiscate theirs. Property right?"

Alfred said helplessly and madly: "Then there is no way for all the nobles and merchants to pay taxes normally?"

"Yes." Ryan still had a smile on his face. He glanced down at the Knight Commander badge of the Holy Grail on his chest, then glanced at Calade's, and said playfully: "At least there is one in Brittany. Not only do all the knights and nobles pay taxes, but they never dare to evade, avoid taxes, or play tricks. Everyone pays them honestly and even pays more often. This is exactly how Brittany has stood for a thousand years. Although there are many problems and darkness, it still stands at the core."

Karad already understood, and Count Galament nodded again and again: "Yes, no one dares not pay this kind of tax."

"That's, what kind of tax has such a magical power?" Alfred asked curiously.

"That is……"