Edge of the Apocalypse Chapter 1016: Slin

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"Squeeze?" A drake yelled: "What do you mean boy., are you insulting an imperial official, a tax official in Sardinia?"

Allen followed the sound, and there was a man standing behind a group of Bucks soldiers. He is not tall and has a big nose. Wearing a crooked official hat, the system on his body is black with yellow edges. There is a coat of arms on the chest, and the pattern of the coat of arms is a balance. However, it is slightly different from the sign of Sardinia. On the left side of this balance is a few coins, and on the right side is a key. This is the common mark of the Imperial Tax Officer.

Edward sneered: "Since you are a tax officer, you should know that the imperial tax law stipulates that no matter which city the caravan tariff is uniform, the caravan can enter the city by paying ten silver coins. Then you can tell My tax officer, when will the tariff in Sardinia increase tenfold, otherwise, why would you charge us one gold coin each?"

While Edward questioned the other person, Sean briefly explained to Alan what happened. It turned out that when he went through the formalities for entering the city, he suddenly heard that the tariff had risen tenfold, and his tone was overwhelming at the moment. The tax officer immediately asked the soldiers to take Sean down, but fortunately Edward intervened in time and didn't let Sean be caught. The other side saw Edward's guard armor being glamorous, with a calm demeanor, and immediately mobilized a team of Bucks soldiers to face off.

At this time, the tax official shouted: "What do you know, the imperial tax law only applies to ordinary cities. Sardin is the capital of trade and has independent power to adjust taxes as needed!"

"Of course I know this, but I also know that there is an additional provision regarding the special regulations of Sardinia in the imperial tax law. That is, the adjustment amount shall not be higher than 20%. Tax official, you tariff It has risen ten times, obviously more than 20%, right? Or is it that the extra part is actually your own opinion and forcibly expropriated?"

The tax officer was choking. He didn't expect Edward to be so familiar with the imperial tax law, and he knew so clearly about such a collateral regulation, and he was at a loss for words. The crowd of onlookers pointed at him. The tax officer couldn't hold his face, and simply shouted arrogantly: "They just assaulted the imperial officials, soldiers, I want you to catch the fat man for me!"

Sean said angrily: "I obviously didn't even touch a single hair of your hair. How did I beat you?"

The tax officer sneered and said, "I said that if I hit, I hit, and throw this pariah into jail!" He said to Edward again: "You had better not interfere, or you would be accomplices! You are not very Are you familiar with the empire’s constitution? Then tell me, what is the crime for assaulting an empire official?"

Allen smiled and stretched out his hand to push away the two guards and said: "I will answer for him. Assaulting an imperial official will be guilty depending on the circumstances. From three years in jail, to the imperial mine. Coolie. Master, am I right?"

The tax officer squinted his eyes: "Knowing the best." He lifted his chest, got out from behind the soldier, pointed at Sean and screamed, "Then you can catch this fat man quickly."

Ellen walked up to him, raised his hand and pressed the finger of the tax officer, and smiled: "But the tax officer, you said he beat you. But I didn't see any traces on your body, so let me Very puzzled. You said, could it be your illusion?"

"Fart!" The tax officer jumped up, pointing to his chest and said: "That **** punched me here, and it's still swollen and painful. There are clothes blocking it, so naturally you can't see it. Do you want me? I took off my clothes and tested it? What a joke!"

"It's not necessary, you said he punched. Look, isn't it?" Allen suddenly raised his hand and slapped the tax officer out. He hadn't dared to use a heavy hand, but the slap went down so loudly that the tax officer fell to the ground, half of his face was swollen. Alan said, "Oh," and shook his palm: "I made a mistake. This is obviously a slap, where is a punch. Otherwise, let's do it again?"

The tax officer struggled to get up from the ground, and pointed at Alan, screaming: "What are you waiting for, openly assaulting the imperial officials, and not taking it for me."

The Bucks soldiers stepped forward immediately, and Allen snorted. The stag soldier immediately swayed like drunk, his ears humming, his head was dizzy, and he couldn't distinguish the north, south, east, and west. Allen said: "Go and get my award."

Edward nodded and left, and returned a moment later, handing him Ellen's Jazz Medal. Allen took it, pinned the medal to his chest, brought the tax officer over like a chicken, and said lightly: "Expand your dog's eyes and see, what is this!"

The tax officer glanced unconsciously, but suddenly trembled like an electric shock. He couldn't look away anymore, and he said tremblingly: "Jazz Medal... Viscount? Are you a Viscount?"

Ellen pushed him away and sneered: "You just said that assaulting an imperial official would be thrown into jail. Then you tell me now, what crime is it to extort an imperial knight? "

The tax official couldn't say a word for a long time, and Edward said calmly behind him: "For all conspiracy against the Imperial Jazz, the chief messenger shall be sentenced to hang."

Allen said "Oh", patted the tax official's face and asked, "Do you understand?"

The tax officer immediately faded and his legs trembled. At this time, there was a sound of horseshoes in the city, and the crowd of onlookers was separated by another team of stag infantry. Following a few rides, there was an old man sitting on the head of a tall horse, with white hair and beard, and Fang Zheng's face with a solemn expression. A scar crossed his forehead diagonally, almost splitting his entire forehead in two. The old man wore black clothes and silver armor. The armor is decorated with intricate patterns, and there is a stag pattern on the chest. Wearing a dark green cloak, like a cloud of blue flames.

Alan looked at it, and heard several exclamations from the crowd nearby: "Isn't this General Silin?"

He exchanged a glance at Edward, and said in his heart that the Lord is finally here.

The old man on the horse did not squint, nor did he look at the trembling tax officer, his gaze fell on the medal on Alan’s chest. He squinted his eyes, then rolled over and got off his horse. A smile appeared on his face, like sunlight falling through the clouds: "This must be Sir Allen?"

Allen smiled and nodded: "That's weird. When did I become an empire celebrity? The general saw my identity at a glance?"

This sentence is very likely to be a side effect, but some clues can be deduced from Slin's answer. The old man smiled faintly, and said: "Whoever can walk two tricks in the hands of Old Horn is qualified to let me know his name. Besides, at this time, there is a jazz in the south going north, I'm afraid it will be Ai Sir Lun alone? So, it’s not hard to guess."

"So that's it." Alan said inwardly with a powerful voice, Sling's answer was a perfect fit.

Then Silin glanced at the tax officer: "What's the matter?"

The tax officer wanted to come forward to speak, but Silin randomly ordered a Bucks soldier and said: "You do."

How dare soldiers conceal what happened just now? Silin listened and said directly: "Throw him into the jail, and let the taxation department explain to me, when the tariff in Sardinia City has increased tenfold, and I didn't even know it? "

He simply didn't listen to the tax official's explanation, and asked someone to take the hapless person away. Then he put on a smile and said to Allen: "If you can trust me, let me take care of this matter, and I promise to give you a satisfactory answer before Jazz leaves the city."

Allen naturally wouldn't make a fuss about it. Whether the matter was made by the tax official or someone behind it, he didn't bother to pursue it any more. After all, it was just a small role. Since Silin had taken care of it, he was happy to sell the other side's face. Seeing Allen nodded in agreement, Slin raised his hand, and a clever young man ran over. Sling patted him on the shoulder and said, "This is my messenger, a clever boy. He will take you to the best hotel in the city. Sir Alan stays in Sardin. He is always waiting for you. .Where do you want to go, what do you know, this kid has nothing he doesn’t know, just ask him."

The young man gave Alan a serious military salute and said loudly: "The Bucks Pvt. Feeken, please be at your disposal at any time, my lord!"

Edward tugged Alan quietly, reminding secretly that this might be the eyeliner Slin had placed beside them. Allen knew it naturally, but didn't refuse, and accepted it generously. Sling added: "Sir Allen is a rare visit to Sardin. Tonight, I will be in charge of preparing a dust-washing dinner for the Jazz. As for the specific time and place, Feacon will tell you later, Sir Allen will not Would you refuse?"

Allen laughed: "I can get close to General Siling and celebrities in the city. This kind of opportunity is hard to ask for. How could I refuse it."

"That's good, I have something to deal with, so I'll leave first." Sling stretched out his hand and shook Alan's hand, then flew on his horse and returned directly to the city.

Under the management of Fecken, the caravan quickly went through the formalities for entering the city, and soon entered the city of Sardinia. Feken took the caravan to the hotel to stay, while Sling rode towards the general's mansion. He did not gallop, so the team did not go fast. As soon as he rode forward, he was immediately a middle-aged man, his gray-blue eyes hesitated, but finally he gritted his teeth and said: "General, the tariff has nothing to do with Harry."

Slin said indifferently: "I'm still thinking about when you will stand up. If you don't plan to stand up when you arrive at the general's mansion, then I will execute your nephew directly. Now, tell me, Waite. , Why do you do this."

"General, he broke our big business. Rega said everything when he came back, so I..."

"Do you want to make things difficult for him? It doesn't make any sense, Waite. I have my own mind about this. If you dare to make a good argument, don't blame me for not being sympathetic." Sling hummed heavily. . Mobile phone users please visit http://