Chapter 1061 1060 What Kind of Leather Thing Is This?
Chapter 1061 1060. What kind of leather thing is this?
"broken!"
Lilia, who was looking through the account books of Weston Port, exclaimed and closed the account in her hand fiercely, "They have already raised taxes until two hundred years later. The people in this place have become poor, and there is no oil or water to make money."
Two hundred years after the taxes were collected, not to mention the balance of the accounts, a large amount of funds were missing, and there were even countless bad debts.
For example, thousands of tons of steel suddenly caught fire and melted in the flames without leaving any trace.
Or an oyster that grew wings and flew away.
Lilia got angry after seeing these accounts, "I want to sentence this bastard who did the accounts to life. This kind of shoddy accounts is an insult to my IQ."
There are no items in the accounts that can be reconciled. Rather than being a ledger, they are more evidence of corruption.
"I think it's better not to think about how to extract oil and water first. Every aspect of this port is problematic."
Helena rubbed her temples helplessly. The long-term war caused Weston Port to change the king's flag on the city from time to time, so that everyone who captured Weston Port planned to make money as quickly as possible or make up for the losses. .
Judging from the documents and data alone, due to the war and extortion, the number of merchants in Weston Port has dropped to a very low level, and those who remain here are either liars or liars engaged in the slave trade.
Businessmen are not fools. They can risk the gallows if they have profit, but if there is no profit, no matter how good the geographical location of Weston Port is, no one will do business at a loss.
"I think I know why they conquered this place so easily. Those profiteers even used linen as cloth armor, not even cotton, and pig iron as steel. Why didn't they use shells as iron arrows? The Buck family is also indifferent. , just collect taxes for decades and run away with the money.”
Lilia's voice was full of anger, but she didn't know whether she was angry because there was no money to be made, or because the people living here were ruled by a group of bastards who only wanted to make money.
"What do we do next?"
This is the most direct and obvious problem. Even though the geographical environment is superior and it looks like a golden mountain, both of them know very well that they can't expect to do anything through the port in a short time.
Don't even expect too much from collecting taxes. Lilia even bluntly said that unless you plan to collect [blood tax], don't take anything of value from this place.
It may even require a lot of subsidies from Aundair.
“Let this port [live]!”
Lilia gritted her teeth. She knew that Mo Cheng valued this place very much, so it was obviously impossible to give up this port. Even with [negative equity], it must be operational.
But if you want to make Weston Port [alive], you obviously need to invest a lot of money first.
The Thelanis family still owes a large debt to the [Money Church], so naturally they can only rely on Lilia to get money from the [Platform], or her own small treasury.
"Uuuuuuuuah, what a shame."
No one was surprised that Lilia was as obsessed with wealth as a dragon.
After knowing that the guardian of this white-haired little girl is a dragon, or even the guardian of the dragon king, no one will find Lilia's behavior strange.
But they always turn a blind eye to the person involved, or the dragon in question, Mo Cheng.
Even if Mo Cheng showed a "poor" life that was almost comparable to that of an ascetic monk, it would not make people think that Lilia's obsession with wealth was an accident.
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On the other side, Mo Cheng did not stay with Lilia and Helena.
Ever since he finished his speech, established the [Law] with the people, and left the management of Weston Port to Lilia and Helena, Mo Cheng mysteriously disappeared.
No one could find him.
Lilia, as her younger sister, cannot.
Neither can Helena who has a [contract] relationship.
The group of cultists lurking in the dark are even less qualified and unable to find traces of Mo Cheng.
Even though their people are already distributed in various industries and corners of Weston Port.
"It seems that the evil god who wants the Ocean Priesthood is not weak."
Mo Cheng stood at the highest point of Weston Port, looking at the scenery, or looking at the state of Weston Port from another perspective.
In his eyes, the port of Weston was filled with greed for wealth, the smoke of war, vendettas caused by a turbulent society, black laws, and a touch of scarlet that was always indispensable.
There is even a plague starting to spread in this place.
Even within the city, Mo Cheng could smell the rotting stench like a mass grave.
Let’s be honest, with so many elements stacked up, it’s definitely going to breed some nasties.
In addition, the cultists might be causing trouble secretly, so Mo Cheng raised the level of dirtiness he imagined in his heart by a few points.
Just dealing with those cultists is of no use.
Mo Cheng knows this very well. The environment of this world, coupled with the social turmoil at this time, will unlimitedly breed cultists who have no choice but to fall into the embrace of evil gods.
It's not his job to deal with cultists, that would be overqualified.
To deal with it, we have to deal with the root cause and the evil gods behind the cultists.
The first step is to find out the information about the evil god.
This didn't bother Mo Cheng, who suddenly appeared behind a cultist who had just fallen into the embrace of the evil god.
At this time, the cultist was raising a sacrificial dagger to his wife and two daughters to complete a sacrifice to please the evil god.
Then he felt a hand pressing on his back behind him, and then a majestic force surged in like a tsunami.
The powerful and overbearing force completely blasted the cultist into a pulp, and a large amount of red juice that was blasted into juice gushes out from the hole in the body.
In less than half a second, the cultist had turned into a complete human skin, and all the contents inside were blasted out from the palm.
Mo Cheng rolled up the human skin and then put it on his body. He turned into a cultist, just like a cultist.
Mo Cheng's own [Seventy-two Transformations] are enough to transform into a cultist, but he still needs a layer of insurance.
The slight breath emitted through this layer of human skin is disguised as the power of faith in the evil god.
After turning into a cultist, Mo Cheng glanced at his tied wife and two daughters, then reached out to scoop up a handful of red liquid - the blood, flesh, and juice that had just been blasted out of the cultist's body.
Immediately afterwards, the holy light began to interfere with the composition of matter, causing the blood in his hands to slowly solidify and condense, and finally formed three human heads with eyes still open, as if they had just died after enduring great torture.
Those were the heads of the cultist's wife and daughter.
The cultist's certificate of surrender is thus completed.
After finishing these things, Mo Cheng glanced at the three of them and disappeared.
Just leave a sentence in the air, "Someone will come to rescue you later, don't tell what you saw."
Five minutes later, Aundair's surgically modified reinforced soldier broke in and quietly took the mother and daughter away secretly.
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