"What's the use of giving me a dead man!!! You said he was the big thief Huss. You chopped him into pieces. Who the hell can recognize what kind of bastard he is?" In the official room of Lord Tinets Hall,

Vicomte Pierre cursed at the city sheriff Bob.

Bob's fat face has become the color of pig liver.

Since the early summer of this year, Viscount Pierre's car of silk spices was robbed by a robber named Huss, the angry Viscount Pierre sent the Sheriff and the town guards to chase him many times, but Sheriff Bob usually led his men

It was okay for a few minions to bully the good in Tyniec, but he did not have the courage to chase down the gangsters outside the city. He led his people around the south several times, but returned empty-handed. Pierre was furious.

The Viscount issued an ultimatum.

So a few days ago, Bob took people to the south and chopped down a few random refugees. He chopped a slightly muscular guy more than a dozen times and brought him to Viscount Pierre in an attempt to get away with it.

He was scolded, but Bob was not worried that Viscount Pierre would remove him from the position of Sheriff, because he had a strong backer. At this moment, his sister might be having sex with the distinguished deputy of the palace in a corner.

Enjoy it, even if it's secretly.

After scolding Pierre, his mood calmed down a lot, and he had no intention of continuing to quarrel with the fat pig in front of him.

"Bob, take a look at this." He said and threw a piece of parchment with the seal of the Palace Minister of Security to Bob.

Bob took it, opened it, read it over, and shouted excitedly: "When will a patrol officer appear? We still need our support!!! Fuck the patrol officer, the security in Tyniec does not need bullshit patrols."

Officer." Bob looked up and saw Viscount Pierre's expression was not friendly, and quickly stopped yelling.

"What are you yelling at? The order of the Minister of Public Security is very clear. The patrol officer is to patrol the southern border, eliminate bandits, and resist the barbarians. He cannot control the city of Tynets and cannot take your seat." Pierre leaned back in his chair.

On the back, the right hand touches the forehead.

"The palace has no money, but we have to provide supplies and equipment, and the credit must go to the Minister of Public Security! That old guy knows how to scheme." Bob said sternly.

"Bob, shut up your stinky mouth. The Minister of Public Security is not someone your charming sister can afford to offend. However, now we can hardly take care of ourselves. I have ordered to continue to increase the business tax and city entry tax until winter is over.

I will recruit fifteen more town guards, so that I will have a hundred soldiers. You will also recruit a few more from your security team, making up ten people. Remember, you are not allowed to recruit those gangsters again. At least you first

I have to stabilize the security around Tyniec. I will wait until the patrol officer arrives to take care of the rest." After that, he kicked Bob out.

"Art Wood Wells, the Wells family, there is no such family in Burgundy~ Where did it come from?" Pierre picked up the parchment and muttered.

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"Master, I'm very curious, who are you? After following you until now, I feel more and more that you are not simple." Ron was lying on the carriage, chewing rabbit meat, and said to Art, who was riding a horse beside him.

Art smiled and said: "I'm also curious, what kind of person do you think I will be?"

Ron sat up holding on to the side fence, stared into Art's eyes and replied seriously: "The first time I saw you, I thought you were a murderous and robber-like lord; after I followed you to the valley cabin, I

I think you are a great forest hunter; during the time you went north, you were more like a politician walking through the palace; but outside the city of Tyniec and in the ambush yesterday, you turned into a wandering knight with good fighting ability.

"

Art chuckled a few times, pointed to a bloody and purple pinch mark on his neck and said to Ron: "Have you ever seen a knight who was almost strangled to death by a robber?"

"Then you killed the robber after all!" Ron still admired his master.

"Ron, you are right. If we hadn't killed the robber, our heads would have been on the car now. You have to remember that the best way to deal with the enemy is to kill him and then replace him."

One sword."

Ron turned his head and glanced at the head at his feet, nodded, and said silently: "Kill him, and then add another sword!"

At this time, Odo, who was scouting the road in front, walked up to Art with a broad ax and said: "Sir, it seems that Tinets is ahead."

"Well, Otto, keep an eye on the grain carts." He said and urged his horse forward...

The open space outside the northern city gate of Tyniec is full of feces and urine, and the stench is high. In less than a month, the refugee shack area has doubled in size. Compared with these doghouse-like huts built with dead branches and leaves, Odo's

The shack at the foot of Lucerne Castle is simply the residence of a noble lord.

When several people passed by with the grain cart, hungry wolf-like eyes were projected from all around the shack. Art was riding a horse in front with a sword, Ron was half sitting on top with a bow, and Odo followed closely behind with an axe. The whole journey was tense.

After passing by the city gate, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief when they saw several city guards in the doorway.

A city guard who looked like a small officer with a dagger on his waist, holding up his belt, staggered over and stopped Art's horse. He looked up at the man on the horse and shouted sternly: "Dismount! The goods are entering the city to pay the commercial tax."

, people entering the city pay the city tax."

Art had no intention of quitting his horse and paying taxes. He now has an official position appointed by the palace. Even if he is just a civilian official, he is not an ordinary civilian. He pointed his sword at the grain cart behind him and said fiercely: "This is military rations. You

Dare to collect taxes?"

He patted his chest again and said, "I am a patrol officer appointed by the palace. Do I need to pay taxes when entering the city?"

When the young officer heard this, he immediately became angry. Since he became the captain of this team, no one has dared to talk to him like this. Patrol officer? A patrol officer came out of nowhere!

"You ride a broken horse and you think you are a great man? Do you have any documents with a lacquer seal?" The young officer concluded that the guy in front of him was pretending to be trying to avoid paying taxes.

"Odo, take out my lacquered document." Art said to Otto with a smile.

Otto understood, picked up a bloody head from the carriage, and threw it into the arms of the young officer. The young officer was startled and the head fell to the ground and rolled in front of Atma.

Art turned over and dismounted, bent down and grabbed the head from the ground, and brought it to the little boss, "Look carefully, this is my lacquer-seal document."

The young officer was so frightened that he could not speak.

Art turned sideways and said to several guards holding spears facing each other behind the junior officer: "I am a border security patrol officer appointed by the Palace Minister of Security. I went to Tyniec to take up my post today. Get out of the way quickly." He handed the head to Austria.

Duo, got on his horse and drove his horse forward. The guards had no choice but to put away their short spears and get out of the way...

Art was riding on the horse, with many emotions in his heart. In the past, every time he went to the city, he would smile and try to find ways to pay less taxes. Today, when he went to Tyniec, he could also ride straight into the city. Art liked this feeling.

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"Are you Art?"

"Distinguished Lord Viscount, I am Art Wood Wells, and this is my letter of appointment." Art respectfully handed the letter of appointment to Pierre.

Pierre took the appointment letter with one hand and said, "What's wrong with your neck?" He noticed the deep bruises on Art's neck.

Art roughly told the story of how he was ambushed by several bandits in the northern woods the day before yesterday.

"Sir, this is what happened. The heads of those two guys are now at the door of the hall."

"Well, it seems that the Minister of Public Security has found the right person when he appointed you to patrol the border. Art, where are you from? I don't seem to have heard of the Wells family in Burgundy." Pierre lowered his head and looked through the pages.

Art's appointment letter, he asked casually.

"My lord, I am not a Burgundian, I am a Lombard." Art replied.

"Lombard, what about you~"

"Sir, my father was the religious guard of Bishop Olof Hannes when he was in the Holy Land." Art couldn't reveal his identity for the time being, so he revealed the identity that Bishop Olof Hannis had made up for him, and

Presented the bishop's private letter to Vicomte Pierre.

Pierre took the private message and opened the seal and read it carefully. He said in his mind, "No wonder." Then he put down the private message, straightened his back and said to Art, "No wonder he is so brave. He turned out to be the religious guard of Bishop Olof.

Thank you, Your Majesty, for your concern for me, and please give my regards to Your Majesty."

As a noble nobleman, Pierre has long heard the rumors that Olof is about to be promoted to the bishop of the Lucerne diocese. However, Tyniec does not belong to the Lucerne diocese. He will give Bishop Olof enough respect, but he also

that's it.

"Art, the Minister of Security and Bishop Olof both hope that Tyniec and the southern region will provide support to the patrol officers, but you have to know that I nominally manage one city, four fortresses and fifteen villages, but except for Tyniec

and two nearby small estates. The rest are all fiefdoms of your lords and lords, and I have no control over them at all. My food and taxes are only enough to barely maintain the city of Tyniec." Pierre was afraid that Art would try to

Money requires food.

"In addition, as you can see, wars are raging in the southern continent, and Tyniec has almost turned into a refugee camp in Provence. I have to squeeze out money and food to help the refugees to prevent them from causing trouble. Apart from money, food and materials, what else can I give

I’ll give you whatever you want!” Pierre looked at Art sincerely.

Art had already guessed that Pierre would not give him any substantial support, but he still made an expression of extreme disappointment and lowered his head in silence for a long time.

"Sir, but before leaving, the Minister of Public Security told me that the Tyniec region would definitely give me support, and asked me to let the Marquis see a stable southern border within a year. If there is no money, food and materials, my patrol team will

If we can't organize it at all, how can I report back to the Minister of Public Security and the Marquis." Atal pulled out the tiger skins of the Marquis and the Minister of Public Security.???

"Art, it's not that I don't want to support you, but look, what kind of chaos is this in Tyniec? I have raised taxes three times, and now I can only try to maintain the status quo." Pierre crossed his arms and said

He looked like he was in every possible embarrassment.

Art lowered his head and remained silent for a while.

After a long while, Pierre said helplessly: "Otherwise, I allow you to go to every village and town in the county to collect the security tax on your own. How much you can collect depends on your luck. In addition, you can set up a card on the southern border trade road to collect a year's tax."

All the money received from commercial taxes will be used for your patrol needs."

Art secretly cursed in his heart. Each village, town and manor was the fiefdom of knights and lords. Not to mention whether he could receive security taxes in the villages that were being crazily exploited by the lords. He probably hadn't even entered the village yet. Those lords who regarded their territories as forbidden

They would have to lead troops to rush out; it seems feasible to set up a card to collect business taxes. In normal times, Tyniec City pays taxes at a rate of 10%. Even excluding the portion turned over to the palace, they can get nearly 30 marks (about 4,000) in taxes a month.

Five hundred pfennigs), this money is enough to maintain the supplies of sixty or seventy soldiers for one month. But now that the south is in war and the north-south trade routes are cut off, only a few large caravans with armed escorts dare to cross the chaotic southern border to Burgundy.

Outside of trade, most merchants have stopped trading activities. Setting up checkpoints at the border to collect taxes, Art can only encounter beggar-like refugees and large caravans that he cannot afford to offend.

"Sir, you know the current situation. It is impossible to collect the security tax from the lords. Now that the war in the south has cut off commercial routes, it is useless to set up checkpoints at the border to collect taxes."

"Then what do you think? Tell me what you think." Pierre was a little impatient.

"Sir, the patrol team is responsible for patrolling the southern border. It is impossible for us to be stationed in the city of Tyniec, so I would like to ask you to transfer a small piece of unclaimed land at the foot of Lamel and Poze mountains forty miles south of Lane.

The land is allocated to the patrol team as a base, and I am allowed to recruit refugees to open up wasteland for military use." Art made the first request.
To be continued...