The Original Vampire

Not long after, the tavern attendant placed a large stack of black paper in front of Count Evan.

Count Evan smiled and nodded at the other party, the attendant bowed and bowed and retired.

"This is the welfare lottery?"

Salia took out a piece of black paper, looked at the white number on it, and asked curiously.

Count Evan also took one, looked at it carefully, and then took out a candle to light it.

The black piece of paper gave birth to an orange flame, which burned to the white number part, and then gave up an indigo flame, and at the same time a unique burnt smell quickly spread.

Count Evan discarded the nearly exhausted lottery ticket, and said: "This is the same paper used in bonds, but the dyes are different."

"so what?"

"When the bonds came out, I guessed that Earl Anglia mastered more advanced papermaking technology. Now it seems that it is true. This shows that neither lottery tickets nor bonds can be forged."

"What is Earl Angley's plot to issue this kind of lottery?"

"What do you think he is plotting?"

Salia played with the welfare lottery in her hand and pondered earnestly:

"Looking at the welfare lottery tickets in front of you, I can't help but want to know if they have won a lottery. Although I also know that even if they win a lottery, they are only rewards of a few thousand copper coins. But still can't help thinking, as if they have a kind of magical magic.

For a daughter of a prince like me, there is such a temptation, which shows how attractive these welfare lottery tickets are for civilians. "

"Yes!" Count Evan pointed to the alcoholics downstairs who were still discussing the welfare lottery, and said with emotion, "Earl Angley is so young that he has such a precise grasp of people's hearts, it is terrible! "

Salia stared at Earl Evan with big bright eyes, and smiled: "This is the first time I have heard you praise someone so highly."

Count Evan shrugged and said with a wry smile: "As a peer, Earl Anglia is far more powerful than me now, so how can I be unconvinced.

What's more, he came from an inconspicuous baron family, but I am a descendant of the Paladin family, haha, sometimes I even feel that I am not worthy of the Paladin bloodline. "

Salia cast aside her attractive red lips, and said: "Earl Anglia is not so powerful, right? He can have the current status, more depends on the Saint Hild family, if it weren't for him to marry Wei La Saint Hierde, how can you keep going all the way?"

Count Evan shook his head seriously and said: "No, it is not the St. Hild family he relies on, but the St. Hild family relies on him!"

Seeing his fiancée’s disapproval, Count Evan sighed: “If you carefully study the past two Northern Rebellions, you’ll understand that without Earl Angley, the current Lord of the Northern Territory would have to change his surname. Yeah."

Salia seemed to be a little unconvinced, and said: "But even so, Earl Anglia spent his ingenuity on the inferior people and issued these welfare lotteries just to earn some small money, which is really a noble demeanor."

"No, no, it's not a little money." Evan shook his head repeatedly, "I don't know the specific probability of winning the welfare lottery. Even if it is one in a thousand, many of the rewards are ten copper coins. For the small prize of a hundred copper coins, the grand prize is estimated to have a probability of only one in ten thousand at most.

Calculated in this way, those bonuses are not worth mentioning when compared with the proceeds from the sale of welfare lottery tickets.

Look at the grand sales of welfare lottery tickets in Bingyan City today. Even if the 300,000 civilians here only buy one welfare lottery ticket per month, that is an income of nearly 900,000 copper coins! "

"That's not a lot. It's just nine hundred gold coins. If I remember correctly, the royal family's annual tax revenue is more than nine million gold coins."

Count Evan rolled his eyes and sighed secretly that his fiancée had a noble background and did not know the sufferings of the world, and even compared it with the royal family's tax revenue.

So he had to explain patiently: "Don't forget that the income of these 900 gold coins is only a month's time, and it is only a city in Bingyan City.

If the welfare lottery is slowly spread across the entire northern border, affecting tens of millions of people, do you still think this income is a small amount? "

Salia was speechless, and it took a while before she suddenly realized: "Evan, do you think this is an alternative tax?"

"Smart!" Count Evan snapped his fingers and praised, "You can think of this, and finally understand a part of Count Angele's ingenious idea."

"Part of it? Is there any other use for the welfare lottery?"

"Of course there is. If you think Earl Anglia just wants to use this kind of lottery to make money, then you look down on this genius too much."

"Then Count Anglia has any plot?" Salia asked earnestly with her beautiful eyes flowing.

Count Evan took a sip from his wine glass, and said leisurely: "Do you think about the original intention of this welfare lottery?"

Salia recalled what the tavern attendant had just said, and said with some uncertainty: "Is it really to help the poor? Isn't this a high-sounding excuse that Count Angeli came up with?"

"Hahaha, Salia, you have underestimated the grace and style of Count Angele."

"Does he really intend to use the lottery revenue to help the poor?"

"Yes." Count Evan nodded affirmatively, and then shook his head, "but he did not do this out of kindness, at least not entirely."

"What is that for?"

Count Evan's eyes flickered, and he asked, "Think about it again, which institution is currently responsible for helping the poor in the Glorious Empire?"

"It's the church."

"Then why did they do this?"

"Why?" Salia was startled, "isn't it the church's duty to help the poor?"

Count Evan chuckled and asked: "So the church does not ask for anything in return for helping the poor?"

"what do you want to say in the end?"

Count Evan lowered his voice and said: "The faith of the poor is more pious than the rich, the old are more pious than the young, and the sick are more pious than the healthy... Salia, these poor people at the bottom of society are actually the most steadfast in the church. Support the group."

Salia's beauty wrinkled again, and she seemed to understand what Evan Evan meant.

Count Evan drank the wine in one cup and said leisurely: "Redemption is a responsibility, but it is also an authority!

And Earl Anglia~www.readwn.com~ he wants to steal the authority of the church! "

Salia was horrified, her eyes widened, and she looked at her fiance in disbelief.

Count Evan slowly put down the wine glass and said with a smile: "Well, the commoner's wine is finished, we should go to taste the noble's wine."

Salia hadn't recovered from the shock just now, she said after a long while: "You mean Red Fort?"

"Yeah. It would be too rude to come to Ice Rock City if you don't visit the owner." Count Evan took it for granted.

Salia blinked her beautiful big eyes and said hesitantly: "But... Earl Anglia is not in the Red Fort now."

"That's not better!"

Count Evan smiled lightly, dropped a few copper coins on the table as a tip, and then got up and walked out.

Salia was stunned, and quickly followed.