Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece

Daves ignored him and continued: "The new citizens who defeated the Lukania tribes, regained the city of Amendola, and joined Amendola today, are now tax-free! At the same time, A batch of 'Amendora Lara's Newborn Silver Buckle' will be cast, and each new citizen will be kept forever. It can also be worn on Burton in a grand public place to let future generations know their achievements!"

"This is almost the same!" Martinis sat down with satisfaction.

Now, the new citizens are also straightforward.

Davers gave the two sides glory, and both sides were satisfied with the acceptance, which made the venue regain its calm. Cornelus looked in his eyes and had to admit that Deverus’s political skills were so powerful.

"Everyone does not pay taxes. What is the use of this law?!" Melsis was dissatisfied.

"You still don't understand, finance officer." Cornelus smiled: "All current citizens do not have to pay land tax, and after becoming a citizen of Amendola, they must pay taxes."

"Please note that your existing land is not subject to tax, and the land you own will still have to be paid!" Daves reminded.

"If that's the case, then I can accept it." Antonios stood up and said: "Amendo Lara was created by their ancestors in Cornelus, and they have suffered too much for this, and we should respect it. We have paid for blood and sweat for Amendola Lara, and we should have something to gain. Citizens who join later will enjoy what we have done for this city-state now, and of course they have to pay something for Amendola. Paying taxes - I think it's a good idea!"

"Anthony, right! We agree with this!" New citizens have agreed.

“Yes, we are the founder of this new Amendola! Let the future generations know what we are doing today, these unpaid land and silver buckles are the best proof and glory!” Prot Silau Sis excitedly shouted that other old citizens did not object.

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After the venue, the new citizens went to the square, and the old citizens walked on the rugged mountain road.

"Corneros, you are too indulgent to the young man tonight! You don't refute every bill he proposes, watching him easily convince those unseen mercenaries!" Stromboli Loudly complaining.

"Hey, Stromboli, don't shout at young people, young people, Daves is our governor, we should respect!" Rafaas looked back, not too far from the new citizens. Then reminded.

"The ruling officer? I think it is the king. He has one thing that was proposed with our consent! Which proposal was discussed with the veterans of the Senate in advance! He also made so many without mind, I only know that the mercenaries who obey her will participate in this meeting. Obviously, I want him to have the final say! What do we have to do with these people! When are you?!..." Stromboli has some anger Said non-stop.

Scamblas couldn't help but interrupt him: "Since you have opinions about the consul, why not say it at the venue?"

Stromboli screamed, his eyes turned: "You don't object, why should I object to it, I am not stupid! Oh... I know. Cornelus became the chief executive, pulling Fias is now a household registration official, and he is already a big man! This is the gift of the governor, you are embarrassed to oppose him, right?"

Scamblas rushed to him and stared at him. "Shut up, Stromboli! Cornelus did his best to protect this mountain town. You can't say that!" ... Although the soldiers were very rude, they also beat me. But to be honest, the bills proposed by the young governor are very interesting, especially the bill on tax payment. I am really surprised, but Amendola. The wax has not changed for hundreds of years..."

"Uncle Scomm is right! We are suffering from this kind of suffering, and we can no longer live like that before! Whether it is to appoint Daves as the lifelong consul, or his proposals, as long as Let Amendo Lala be strong and no longer betrayed, even if the tradition of Amendola is changed, I accept it!" Trito de Moss said solemnly, letting several of them secretly nod.

"There is no bullying, we have to attack Lukania, defeat them and avenge us!" said the youngest of the six, Prote Silos.

"Lukania has a large population, a vast territory, and mostly mountainous areas. It is so easy to attack them. The young consul is just talking loudly," Stromboli said suspiciously.

"Daves led a small number of mercenaries to annihilate the large number of Lukaria coalition forces. This is true! It is also true that one night to recapture Amendo Lara! Who are the generals and citizens of the big Greek city-states? Can you tell me these two things?" Prote Silos retorted.

Stromboli snorted and did not answer.

"Do you notice that the new citizens are watching Davis's eyes? It looks like a gaze at a god!" Prote Syros said exaggeratedly.

"I heard that they call Daves a gods, maybe he can make a miracle." Trito de Moss said with some expectation: "I have heard that we are in the northwest of Amendola, the upper reaches of the River Sini. There is a beautiful lake, and the Lucanias call it Dokara (now Lake Senis). It seems that I can not only see it, but maybe even get a piece of land there."

Stromboli snorted again, but his expression was a little less angry.

"After all, snoring is going to be dead, can't beat or not play well." Cornelus sighed.

"In any case, we don't need us to play. I think the mercenaries are very keen on this." Rafaas had an indifferent look.

"That is also our citizen of Amendola." Cornelus reminded him that he paused and sighed: "But we all missed Davis. Don't look at his age, right. The city-state politics is very familiar. Is it true that the new citizens rumored that 'had been given wisdom by Hades?'"

His sighs did not get a rebuttal from the other five. Obviously everyone was surprised.

"But what Daves' actual ability to govern requires us to observe further. How many bills and changes he has made will affect Amendora. Now we don't know. We can do it. It is to try to ensure the stability of Amendola, to find problems, and to remind Davis in time. At least for now, Davers is not the same as Dionysius of Syracuse." Cornel Sir solemnly reminded everyone.

The other four nodded, and Stromboli asked in a deep voice: "If Davers made a mess of Amendola, and didn't listen to dissuasion, what to do?"

"If that's the case..." Cornelus didn't know how to answer.

"Then drive them away!" Scombrus said decisively: "For Amendo Lara, even if I cooperate with Turui again!"

The other people face each other and finally nodded silently.

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Davers returned to the square and it was already late.

He returned to his big account, and the candle was still clear in the account, and Christovia, who had been waiting for his return, had fallen asleep on the paved floor.

Daves gently walked to the front of the floor, kneeling in front of Christovia, the beating candle reflected her beautiful and **** face, her breath was light and long, with a smile on her lips...

Must be doing a sweet dream! Davers gazing quietly, not knowing how crazy. Lonely came to this strange world, living desperately for survival, although there are a number of comrades who can entrust life and death, but the lonely and wandering soul is really because of her, there is a port for parking.

He couldn't help but reach out and gently stroked Cly Stoja's long, soft hair, but didn't want her to wake up immediately, glaring at the confused eyes, lazy to say: "You are back."

Davers took her hands and put them together, said softly: "Clyto, Miletus, are you willing to be my Dave's wife?"

Clithista's eyes suddenly brightened, and the beautiful face was brilliant under the candlelight. Followed by Daves, the thing she has been most worried about is no longer there. She clung to Duffus and whispered the oath of life: "I am willing!"

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After the lingering passion, Clithista squatted on Daves, listening to what he said at the meeting in the evening, and sleepiness gradually hit his heart...

At this time, Davers said: "Clithia, I am hesitating whether to let you do something."

"What?" Clithista asked curiously.

“Have you heard of the bank?”

"I heard that ~www.readwn.com~ Isn't it just lending? My father also runs this industry in Miley. I heard him say that he most appreciates the Athens banker Pasig, because he not only becomes a loan through lending. The richest man, but also the respect of the citizens of Athens..." Christovia remembered the past, inexplicably sad.

"Great! I want you to open a bank in Amendola, specializing in loans to Amendara citizens." Dafoss immediately said.

"Open the bank?! Me?!" Clithista stunned.

"Yes, it's you!" Daphus looked up and stared at her, his eyes full of trust: "You can manage the health care camp so well, I believe you will be able to run this bank well!"

Kristoya settled in God and thought about it and reminded: "That needs to have enough silver coins."

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