Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 7 Cruel Taxation

Imperial taxation was divided into four classes and sixteen levels.

Except for the fourth level of special tax exemption, there is only one level.

The other three grades have five sub-levels, namely elementary, intermediate, advanced, advanced and special.

The first to third tax levels correspond to different levels of the world.

For example, the civilized world, the agricultural world, the hive world, the wild world and even the low-level death world.

Forge worlds, religious worlds, extinction worlds, and some worlds with special permissions often do not have to pay taxes.

The planet Ers is rich in minerals. In terms of its level of development, it can at most be regarded as a low-level hive world, corresponding to the second-class special taxation.

Now the Ministry of the Interior has raised the tax level of Ers Planet to the first upper level, raising it by three levels. This can be said to be outrageous!

This means that the planet Ers needs to send countless people to mine day and night, squeezing out every bit of resources on the planet, even if it means rivers of blood flow, in order to barely pay taxes.

The tithe also includes population resources.

The number of people who need to pay taxes to the first-class superior is huge. In other words, he has to pay at least one-tenth of the planet's population!
If the heavy tithe tax is paid several times, the civilization of Ers would be almost destroyed, even if it is not destroyed.

And that is just an ideal situation. Whether taxes can be collected is also a question.

The most likely outcome is that the rebels rush into the Royal Court and kill Ron, the planetary governor.

But it is useless to cut it down. The taxes still have to be paid, and the people of Ers still cannot escape the fate of suffering.

Unless the Holy Terra Ministry of the Interior can reassess and change the tax levels.

"This is going to kill people..."

Looking at the mechanical servants busying themselves with repetitive work in the document library, Ron felt inexplicably cold.

This tax must not be paid!
Ron pressed the call button on the table, and soon the elderly government official, Old Mike, came over and bowed.

"Governor, do you have any instructions?"

"Send a letter of appeal to the Holy Terra Ministry of the Interior, telling them that Ers can't afford such a high tithe, and that Ers strongly requests a reassessment of the tax level!"

"Ah? You mean to send a letter to Holy God Terra? How is that possible? God Emperor, it is simply impossible..."

Old Mike was mumbling something and seemed a little confused.

what's the situation?
Can't contact Holy Terra?
Ron suppressed his anxiety and tried to appear as gentle as possible: "Can you tell me specifically why we can't send a letter to Holy Terra?"

Old Mike was a little horrified: "…Because the Emperor of God has abandoned us, we are the sinners!"

"This is a God-forsaken land. The Emperor has abandoned His lambs!"

"The Chaos monsters will kill us all!"

Looking at Old Mike who was becoming more and more terrified and crazy, Ron was so frightened that he almost drew his gun.

Isn't this old man a heretic?
If what the old man said is true, there must be a big problem on the planet Ers!

"Old Mike, you're talking nonsense again!"

Bayev walked over and stopped Old Mike.

Old Mike suddenly became depressed and bowed his head to greet Bayev: "Master General"

Bayev patted Old Mike on the shoulder and said in a gentle voice: "Go out and have a rest. I will do what the Governor has asked you to do for me."

"Oh ok...ok"

Old Mike walked out with his hands behind his back, looking a little disappointed.

Bayev pointed at Old Mike's back and explained to Ron, "Old Mike went crazy a few years ago and talked nonsense everywhere."

It turned out to be a madman, and Ron breathed a sigh of relief.

He really thought that Ers could no longer contact Holy Terra.

This is a big problem. What if there is a chaos invasion? We will be doomed.

"He was spreading heresy, so according to the rules he should be dealt with, but he has served the family for hundreds of years and has protected Grant's bloodline from swords. His contributions are great."

Bayev continued, "So we had no choice but to arrange for him to guard the document library. There are only robot servants here, so it doesn't matter if he nags a little more."

The Grant family is quite humane...

Ron had no memory of Old Mike, so he nodded. Bayev looked at Ron and asked, "What did you want Old Mike to do just now?"

Ron frowned and said, "I want to file a complaint with Holy Terra. It is difficult for Ers to bear the taxes required by the Empire."

In fact, Ron didn't hold much hope for the outcome of the appeal; he was just giving it a try.

After all, changing the tax brackets would mean that the Ministry of the Interior had made a mistake and that an Imperial official would need to be held accountable.

It is extremely difficult to ask imperial officials to take the initiative to take responsibility.

They can simply ignore it, or prolong the approval process indefinitely.

In a government process that spans dozens, hundreds or even longer periods of time, many mistakes are made without accountability.

When the planet Ers dies naturally due to resource depletion or rebellion, this matter will naturally end.

The human empire has millions of planets, and its territory is constantly expanding. Every moment, a planet is destroyed for one reason or another.

By the time the news reached Holy Terra, no one knew how many years had passed.

Ers is just an unknown low-level hive planet.

Even if it were destroyed, the deaths and suffering of tens of billions of people would be nothing more than a line of words in the files of the Ministry of the Interior.

Perhaps after being recorded, it will be forgotten forever, and no one will remember this planet and the people on it.

Only at this moment did Ron realize that he was in such an important position and the decisions he made could affect the fate of tens of billions of people on the entire planet.

The heavy pressure made him feel a little breathless.

How to do?
"Governor, there is no need for us to appeal," Bayev said in a firm tone.

“You have to give it a try”

Ron was a little anxious: "According to the current situation, if the appeal fails, we may not be able to pay taxes for this quarter."

"Pay taxes?"

Bayev looked at Ron in surprise: "You mean paying the tithe?"

"Any questions?"

"Have you forgotten something?"

Bayev couldn't help but feel nervous. The Governor had become very strange since yesterday, as if he had become a different person.

When Ron saw the other party's reaction, he immediately understood that it must be the loss of some memory that caused his behavior to be irrational.

What went wrong?

He hesitated whether to reveal some information to dispel the other party's doubts.

This way, you can communicate openly in the future, avoiding major mistakes caused by memory fog.

"grown ups?"

Bayev looked at Ron worriedly, fearing that something might have happened to the last bloodline of the Grant family.

Ron came to his senses and decided to confess something. After all, the longer he delayed the matter, the deeper his doubts would grow.

"I did forget something," Ron pointed to his head, "It should be a side effect of awakening psychic power..."

Awakening psychic powers means communicating with the Warp, which is a very dangerous thing that often leads to terrible consequences.

For example, out-of-control psychic powers can cause destruction, bloodlust, and even corruption into a monster!

I'm lucky that I just lost some memories.

"Amnesia?"

Bayev looked at Ron nervously, and after a while he relaxed and said with concern: "This is not a simple question. We need to ask His Excellency Bishop Doni to take a look at it for you."

"No problem," Ron nodded, and brought the topic back to the point: "Let's continue discussing the tax matter. What happened?"

Unexpectedly, Bayev dropped a bombshell.

“Actually, you don’t have to worry about taxes. We no longer need to pay taxes.”

"what?"

(End of this chapter)