Chapter 262, Wizard Tower Construction (Part 2) (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, Book Friends!)
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"Sorry, there is no accommodation service here. If you need it, Mr. Lucien, you can spend 30 silver coins to go to the Pink Fairy Clubhouse in Jean Town. I think Mrs. Sarah will definitely be willing to arrange someone to relieve your loneliness." Wei Wei Ronika sarcastically sarcastically said that the young Lucien was blushing at the sarcasm, and the knights of the kingdom laughed together, but they didn't care. Veronica's meaning was obvious. Visitors are visitors, and men are not welcome in the wizard tower stay overnight.
Of course, this definitely does not include someone. When everyone came to the staircase door connecting the sixth floor to the seventh floor, a huge iron door blocked everyone's way, and the heel of Veronica's high-heeled shoes touched the ground lightly. With a stamp, the witch turned around: "Thank you for your visit, ladies and gentlemen, today's visit is over here, the seventh and eighth floors are my private areas, everyone please go back."
The knights also knew that the private area was not suitable for visiting, so they dispersed one after another. Ryan also planned to turn around and leave, but Veronica immediately grabbed his arm.
"Honey, it's them, you come with me."
"Wait!" Seeing that the knights had really dispersed like this, Teresa said quickly, "I'm going too."
Veronica frowned, and Witch Garland immediately thought of something, and then agreed with a smile on her face: "Okay, Trovik, you can come together."
Teresa hurriedly followed from behind, Veronica opened the iron gate, the fiery red carpet paved her way, the entrance of the luxurious private area, the windows, the colonnade, etc. were all semicircular arches, and the floor depicted such The ellipse in the shape of the earth has patterns of animals and plants on the surface, and the dome symbolizes the stars moving in the same direction as the sun in the sky. The chandelier is made of golden brass plates.
"Her Highness Morgiana also wanted to visit your wizard tower, but after considering many factors, I finally told her not to come." Ryan walked along the steps, with his hands behind his back, and smiled at Veronica: "I can't imagine how Morgiana would react if she saw your decoration?"
"How else can I react? If I have nothing to do with you, her first reaction is probably to tie me to the stake and burn me? Oh, yes, I am not afraid of flames." Veronica smiled: "Darling , you did the right thing, remember to continue to protect me in the future!"
Ryan smiled wryly when he heard the words. Seeing that Teresa was still a little confused about the situation, Ryan began to explain the reason to the sorceress.
Morgiana is the spokeswoman and number one candidate of the Lake Fairy in the mortal world. She holds great power in this country. She is very powerful as a religious leader, and she also quite excludes the mages in the kingdom, especially those hired by the dukes. Male court wizards, many court wizards often lock themselves in the attic of their room and drink alcohol,
The words are full of complaints about the lake god and witch.
Now there are twenty Holy Grail knights and a dozen Lake God prophets stationed in Ryan's territory. If Morgiana visits Veronica's wizard tower, there will be at least a few prophets and at least eight Holy Grail knights for protection. These people Not only is she powerful, but she only obeys Morgiana's orders. Ryan is really worried that the Lake God Witch will suddenly attack. Who knows if Veronica has violated the thousands of pages of laws?
"But I think you have the ability to calm Her Majesty Morgana, my dear, you always have many ways to deal with women." Veronica said with a half-smile.
Teresa was still a little confused, but neither Ryan nor Veronica continued the topic. On the contrary, the place had arrived.
Veronica's private space consists of her own private magic workshop, bedroom, living room, dining room, study room and bathroom. When Witch Garland opened the door of her bedroom, both Ryan and Teresa felt a bright light .
Veronica's bedroom is not big. Brown wallpapers, tapestries and landscape paintings decorate the bedroom of about 20 square meters. On the side near the gate, there is an exquisite dresser, a beautiful floor lamp, and a fireplace made by dwarves.
Open the glazed windows, and you can see the beautiful rural scenery. On the left is Ryan’s horse farm and stretches of farmland, and on the right is the clear water of the Chinon River and the majestic Oracle Mountains. From the window sill, you can overlook the earl’s castle of Ryan and the trees. Behind the lush hills is the mountain road leading to Helenhild, the capital of the Principality of Wenford, and the direction leading to the Lake Fairy Tower is covered in thick fog.
"It's so beautiful." Ryan sighed, and at the same time, he set his eyes on the bed in Veronica's bedroom, and suddenly smiled: "I like this bed, I have always liked it."
"I like it too." Veronica gave Ryan a coquettish look. This bed is exactly the big bed she brought all the way from Sky Dome to Ryan's territory. Soft and soft, with many good memories of Veronica on her face, Witch Garland clapped her hands: "Okay, Trovik, you have visited all the places that should be visited, now you can go back, save time For me and Ryan, and! Don't touch my bed!"
Teresa still wanted to touch the sheets of the big bed, but she frowned after hearing Veronica's words, but she knew that it was best not to argue with Veronica in front of Ryan, so the sorceress had to pull a sheet Sitting down on the bench: "It's really a luxurious wizard tower, Veronica, I don't think you need to leave this place in the future."
"This matter has nothing to do with you, Trovik, you don't need to dictate my affairs, by the way, when do you plan to go back to your parliament? Don't keep your mother waiting!" Veronica retorted. Witch Lan sat directly on Ryan's lap, and then deliberately kissed him on the mouth: "Don't bother me and Ryan again? I beg you."
"You!!!" Theresa was provoked and wanted to get angry again.
"Okay, okay, two ladies." Ryan finally spoke, he tightened Veronica in his arms and then let go gently, he stood up, stood in front of the window, and said calmly: "I have some I want to discuss things with you.”
Hearing Ryan's words, the two witches knew that Ryan had something important to discuss with them. Veronica kicked off her black high heels. Her pair of black silk long legs were slender and straight, exuding a charming charm. Sitting lazily on the bed: "You said, dear, you must have encountered a problem now, right?"
"Lian, what's the matter?" Teresa turned her head, her black glasses with a butterfly pattern moved, and looked at Ryan standing at the window.
"I have several plans. First of all, I plan to reduce taxes on my entire territory. The life of serfs is too hard." Ryan said in a deep voice, looking out of the window: "I need to reduce taxes and strengthen them. enthusiasm."
Wherever you can see, there are farmlands and prosperity. The serfs are working hard to cultivate. In midsummer, the wheat waves are turning.
"This incident means that you have to challenge the existing ten taxes and nine systems, my dear." Veronica Ma realized something, and she frowned: "My dear, what are you going to do? If you want to If you do things like taxes, it means that you have to go to war with the vast majority of the nobles in the entire kingdom, and at the same time, your territory will also be unstable."
"Lian, you must be cautious about taxes." Teresa also said: "Even if you are the champion of Ms. Lake, doing so will arouse opposition from the nobles."
"So, be cautious about all of this." Ryan frowned, he thought for a while, and told Veronica and Theresa his thoughts: "In this way, the lord who cultivated farmland in the forest has worked hard for more than five years , Those who pay taxes on time, their family members are promoted to be sergeants and serfs, enjoy the right to tax reduction, their tax will be reduced from tithes to sixties, how about it?"
The new earl knows that he wants to shake the tax system that Britannia has inherited from the founding of the country to the present, and shake the foundation of the rule. It is impossible for him to discuss this matter with his knights, stewards, and tax officials, because there is no need to think about it. Thinking, it must be completely opposed, the only ones he can discuss are Veronica and Teresa.
"No!" Veronica complained first: "Ryan, the tithe tax must not be moved. If you don't want to face the condemnation and hostility of the entire kingdom, absolutely don't touch this tax. If you want to die, come to bed quickly , leave me a child, you can find a tree and hang yourself."
"That's right! Ryan, don't touch this tax. Think about it, the vast majority of serfs in the entire kingdom pay nine out of ten taxes. Duke François' seven out of ten taxes has caused him a lot of criticism and pressure. Francois is a descendant of Arthur, and the Holy Grail Knight is facing such a huge pressure, if it is you, your foundation in this country is still shallow, you can't do it, Ryan." Teresa also said softly Said: "You must not."
Lane turned from the window, and the Earl really felt the pressure from the whole society and the whole class.
Neither Veronica nor Teresa is from the aristocratic class, and their starting point is for the good of Ryan. Even so, they hold a negative attitude towards Ryan's ideas.
It is conceivable that if Ryan convened a meeting of his knights, he would encounter fierce opposition.
"Ryan, remember, don't think it's easy to reform the tax system. You will make countless enemies in this kingdom. If the kingdom reduces the tax from ten to six, how many knight-errants will lose their positions and Salary, how many kingdom knights will go bankrupt because of this?" Veronica added earnestly: "You will be against the knights of the entire kingdom!"
Ryan nodded slowly, he let out a long sigh, sat beside Veronica, and asked softly: "Then let me think about it again or we can change the way, that is to change the tithe tax into a fixed tax, according to The standard tithe tax for farmland production is collected. We invite the Church of the Goddess of Mercy and the Church of the God of Justice to do justice and set a general standard. If the serfs can pay the corresponding tax according to this standard, then the rest will be Their own, if the serfs can't do it, then how about we tax it according to the tithe?"
"You mean, fixed-rate taxation, more pay for more work?" Veronica motioned for Ryan to hug her.
Ryan held Witch Garland's warm and fragrant nephrite in his arms, and he stretched out his hand to rub oil on Veronica's black silk legs, enjoying the tender touch. Veronica let him do what he wanted, and Witch Garland's eyes It's all about attachment, she thought for a while before she nodded: "If this is the case, then you will face much less opposition. On the surface, the interests of the knights have not been damaged, and you are now carrying Killing the blood-red duke and the new earl's prestige, enjoying the huge aura, you are indeed capable of accomplishing this, but my dear, don't you really sympathize with the serfs?"
"Hehe, how is it possible." Ryan thought that he came to this world to fight against chaos, and not to engage in charity and land reform. It is necessary to properly improve the living standards of serfs and liberate productivity, but as he said before, The most important people who fight against Chaos are the knights and nobles. These serfs with weak beliefs have cultivated the leading party of Chaos and the undead.
Some theories are not universal. This world is full of gods and chaos. If you can’t control it well, everything is a reserve for chaos. This world is idealistic, not materialistic.
Letting the serfs play their own value is the fundamental purpose of Ryan.
"Also, I intend to issue an order that all bandits and bandit groups in the territory are limited to bring their people to vote within one month. Depending on the situation, I will let the past go or commute the crime. If the time does not come, then Hehe." Ryan said with a smirk.
"That's a good idea. Bandits and bandits are high-quality people. Ryan, your reputation in the kingdom is skyrocketing now. Bandits don't have the guts to fight you." Regarding this point, neither Veronica nor Trey Satoshi responded with approval.
"Finally, I plan that the infantry of all infantry regiments will enjoy half the treatment of miscellaneous taxes. You will enjoy additional exemption from hunting tax and marriage tax." Ryan added that he wanted to encourage serfs to join the army.
War is not only about knights, infantry is also indispensable.
Miscellaneous taxes are harmless, and Ryan has the final say, and the two witches have no further opinions.
"Then let's do this!"
Old World, Southlands, Tyrell, Miragliano.
The Emperor, Guilliman, Fulgrim, and Kaul were swaggering along the streets of Miragliano. Many people on the road gave these people surprised looks, but that was all. They thought that these people were bishops or guards of a certain sect, or they might be visitors of some high elves.
Miragliano, the capital of art, is the capital of the Kingdom of Tyrell. It is famous in the old world for its architecture, fashion, art, painting, opera, and tourism. In this place, countless artists and singers took root here, and businessmen Tyrell, wizards, and mercenaries constitute the main rulers of the kingdom of Tyrell. They restrain each other and jointly create the current prosperity of Tyrell.
Huge flow of people, numerous art galleries, museums, this metropolis known for more than 1,500 years has maintained its former prosperity after the high elves left.
But again, because the kingdom of Tyrell is composed of countless city-states, the environment of free trade is also full of corruption. Thousands of churches in the city worship hundreds of strange gods, many gods are even unheard of, and the four nerves of chaos are too simple The camouflage can be openly worshipped here, elves, dwarves, and even mutant sub-races move freely in the streets, no one manages, murders and thefts happen every moment and every second on the streets, and some people even openly sell them on the streets The cult books and trinkets were ignored.
Because of this, the Emperor and others moved freely in the street. The long black hair of the Lord of Humanity was flying in the summer wind. Guilliman and Fulgrim separated from each other. , although the city is prosperous, it is too chaotic."
The Emperor did not answer Guilliman's question, instead he stopped in his tracks.
"Look there, Guilliman, Fulgrim, tell me, what do you see?"
Guilliman and Fulgrim looked up and saw a boar sitting on the throne, wearing a crown on its head, making a "grunt" sound, advancing under the protection of a large number of elite mercenaries.
"A pig with a crown?" Fulgrim asked strangely, "Worshiping some false god?"
"No, that is the Prince Tyrell elected by the city-states." The emperor said calmly: "It has been in power for nine years."