Edge of the Apocalypse

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"Squeeze?" a drake cried, "What do you mean boy. Are you insulting an imperial official, a tax official in Sardinia?"

Allen followed the sound, and there was a man standing behind a group of Bucks soldiers. He is not tall and has a big nose. Wearing a crooked official hat, the system on his body is black and yellow. There is a coat of arms on the chest, and the pattern of the coat of arms is a balance. But a slight difference from the sign of Sardinia is that on the left side of this balance is a few coins, and on the right side is a key. This is the common mark of the Imperial Tax Officer.

Edward sneered: "Since you are a tax officer, you should know that the imperial tax law | pig | pig | island | novel www.[zhu][zhu][] stipulates that the caravan tariffs are uniform no matter which city. If the team pays ten silver coins to enter the city, then you will tell me the tax officer. When will the tariff in Sardinia increase tenfold, otherwise, why would you charge us one gold coin?"

When Edward questioned the other person, Sean briefly explained to Alan what happened. It turned out that when he went through the formalities for entering the city, he suddenly heard that the tariff had risen tenfold, and his tone was too aggressive. The tax officer immediately asked the soldiers to take Sean, but fortunately Edward intervened in time and didn't let Sean take him away. The other party saw Edward's guard armor being glamorous and condensed, and immediately called in a team of Bucks soldiers to face off.

At this time, the tax official shouted: "What do you know, the imperial tax law only applies to ordinary cities. Sardin is the capital of trade and has the power to adjust taxes as needed!"

"Of course I know this, but I also know that the imperial tax law on Sardin's special regulations also has an additional provision. That is, the adjustment amount shall not be higher than 20%. Tax official, your tariff has increased by a whole Ten times, obviously more than 20%, right? Or, the extra part is actually your own opinion and forcibly expropriated?"

The tax officer was stifled. He didn't expect Edward to be so familiar with the imperial tax law, and he knew so clearly about such a collateral regulation, and he was at a loss for words. The crowd of onlookers gesticulated at him. The tax officer couldn't hold his face, and simply shouted arrogantly: "They just assaulted the imperial officials, soldiers, I want you to catch that fat man!"

Xiao En angrily said: "I obviously didn't even touch a single hair of your hair. How did I beat you?"

The tax officer sneered, "I said that if I hit it, I hit it, and throw this pariah into jail!" He said to Edward again: "You better not interfere, or you are accomplices! You are not very familiar with the constitution of the Empire. Do you? Tell me then, what is the crime for assaulting an imperial official?"

Allen smiled, and stretched out his hand to push away the two guards and said: "I will answer for him. Assaulting an imperial official will be guilty as the case may be. From three years in jail, to the imperial mine and becoming a coolie. Master, am I right?"

The tax officer squinted his eyes and said, "Knowing the best." He raised his chest, got out from behind the soldier, pointed at Sean and screamed, "Then you can catch this fat man quickly."

Allen walked up to him, raised his hand and pressed the finger of the tax officer, and smiled: "But the tax officer, you said he beat you. But I didn't see any traces on you, which made me puzzled. You said, could it be your illusion?"

"Fart!" The tax officer jumped up, pointing to his chest and said: "That **** punched me here, and it's still swollen and painful. There are clothes blocking it, so you can't see it naturally. Do you want me to take it off? Clothes inspected? What a joke!"

"That's not necessary, you said he punched. Look, isn't it like this?" Allen suddenly raised his hand and slapped the tax officer out. He hadn't dared to use the heavy hand, but the slap went down so loudly that the tax officer fell to the ground, half of his face was swollen. Alan said, "Oh," and shook his palm: "I made a mistake. This is clearly a slap, where is a punch. Or, let's do it again?"

The tax officer struggled to get up from the ground, and pointed at Alan, screaming, "What are you waiting for? Openly assaulted the imperial officials and won't take it to me."

The Bucks soldiers stepped forward immediately, and Allen grunted. The stag soldier immediately staggered like drunk, and his ears buzzed, his head was dizzy, and he couldn't distinguish the north, south, east and west. Allen said: "Go and get my award."

Edward nodded and left, returning after a moment, and handing him Ellen's Jazz Medal. Allen took it, pinned the medal to his chest, and brought the tax officer over as if catching a chicken, and said lightly: "Open your eyes and see, what is this!"

The tax officer glanced unconsciously, but suddenly trembled like an electric shock. He couldn't look away anymore. He only said tremblingly: "Jazz Medal...Viscount? Are you a Viscount?"

Allen pushed him away and sneered: "You just said that assaulting an imperial official would be thrown into jail. Then you tell me now, what crime is it to extort an imperial knight?"

The tax officer couldn't say a word for a long time, and Edward said calmly behind him: "For all conspiracy against the Imperial Jazz, the chief messenger shall be sentenced to hang."

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

The tax officer immediately faded 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 team of stag infantry. Following a few rides, there was an old man sitting on a tall horse with white hair and beard, and Fang Zheng's face was solemn. A scar crossed his forehead diagonally, almost splitting his entire forehead in two. The old man wore black clothes and silver armor. The armor is decorated with intricate patterns, and there is a stag pattern on the chest. Wearing a dark green cloak, like a cloud of blue flames.

Alan looked at it, and heard several exclamations from the crowd nearby: "Isn't this General Silin?"

He exchanged a glance at Edward, and said in his heart that the Lord has finally come.

The old man on the horse did not squint, nor did he look at the trembling tax officer, his gaze fell on the medal on Alan's chest. He squinted his eyes, then rolled over and got off his horse, with a smile on his face, like sunlight falling through the clouds: "This must be Sir Allen?"

Allen smiled and nodded: "That's weird. When did I become an empire celebrity? The general saw me through at a glance?"

This sentence is very likely to be a side attack, but some clues can be deduced from Slin's answer. The old man smiled faintly, and said: "Whoever can go through two tricks in the hands of Old Horn is qualified to let me know his name. Besides, at this time, there are knights from the south to the north. Sir Lun alone? So, it's not hard to guess."

"So that's the case." Alan said in a deep voice, and Silin's answer was perfect.

Then Silin glanced at the tax officer: "What's the matter?"

The tax officer wanted to come forward and speak, but Silin randomly ordered a Bucks soldier and said: "Say it."

How dare the soldiers conceal what happened just now. After listening, Slin said directly: "Throw him into the jail, and let the taxation department explain to me, when the tariff in Sardinia has increased tenfold, and I didn't even know it? "

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

Allen naturally wouldn't make a fuss about it. Whether the matter was made by the tax official or someone behind it, he didn't bother to pursue it any more. After all, that was just a small role, and since Silin had taken over this matter, he was happy to betray him. Seeing Alan nodded in agreement, Slin raised his hand, and a clever young man ran over. Sling patted him on the shoulder and said, "This is my messenger, a clever boy. He will take you to the best hotel in the city. Sir Alan stays in Sardin. He is always waiting for you. .Where do you want to go, what do you know, this kid has nothing he doesn’t know, just ask him."

The young man made a serious military salute to Allen and said loudly: "Stags Pvt. Feeken, please be at your disposal at any time, my lord!"

Edward tugged Alan quietly, reminding secretly that this might be the eyeliner Slin had placed beside them. Allen knew it naturally, but didn't refuse and accepted it generously. Sling added: "Sir Allen is a rare visit to Sardin. I will be the master tonight and prepare a dust-washing dinner for the Jazz. As for the specific time and place, Feacon will tell you later, Sir Allen will not Would you refuse?"

Allen laughed: "I can get close to General Siling and celebrities in the city~www.readwn.com~ This kind of opportunity is so desperate, how could I refuse it."

"That's good, I have something to deal with, so I will leave first." Silin stretched out his hand and shook Alan, then flew on his horse and turned back directly into the city.

Under Feken's management, the caravan quickly went through the formalities for entering the city, and soon entered the city of Sardinia. Feiken led the caravan to the hotel to stay, while Slin rode towards the general's house. He did not gallop, so the team did not go fast. As soon as he rode forward, he was a middle-aged man, his gray-blue eyes hesitated, but finally he gritted his teeth and said: "General, the tariff has nothing to do with Harry."

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

"General, he broke our big business. Rega 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 mind about this. If you dare to make a good argument, don't blame me for not being affectionate." Silin hummed heavily.