Because most of the officials in the town are kinship with the Lord Baron, in addition to their responsibilities and authority, they still have a strong deterrence to ordinary town residents.
As soon as he saw Baccaris, the tax officer of the town mayor's mansion, walked in from outside, and with a obviously unkind expression, the people in the leather shop immediately walked out.
However, those people did not leave immediately. They all gathered not far outside, watching the development of things here with great care and curiosity, pointing and whispering. After all, as a fifteen-year-old boy who had just become a druid apprentice but quickly offended Druid Jayfa, Romon had too many "highlights" worth discussing after dinner.
Now even the tax officer Baccarat is asking for trouble for him, so the people who are watching are naturally very curious.
Seeing Romon turn to look at him, the middle-aged man who looks very capable smiled slightly: "Romon, didn't that boy named Fafeer convey my words to you? If not, then I don't mind telling you again. There is no allowance for buying and selling bison in the town. Do you understand this time?"
"Yes, Mr. Baccarat, I think I understand, and I met Fafell just now, and heard him convey your words, so I no longer intend to sell the two calves. I just want to dispose of this cowhide now. Mr. Baccarat, isn't this possible?" Romon asked respectfully.
"Yes, no. Young man, don't try to take advantage of your situation. I have heard from the temple people say, why would Master Jiefa get angry? Isn't it because of your willfulness? Well, that's all I said. Romon, according to the town's tax law, privately buy and sell bison and buffalo skins, and all the income will be confiscated. Since you have not had the transaction successful, then take your cowhide." Tax officer Baccas did not look kind to Romon at this time, and he had a stern face to do business.
"Tax Law of Town?" Romon was slightly stunned. If he remembered correctly, there seemed to be no tax law in the town at all, right? Of course, it is not accurate to say that there is no. To be more precise, in this town, all laws come from the people who manage it. Except for the various taxes that should be paid in fixed national laws, most of the other taxes are decided by the Baron. What is prohibited from privately buying and selling bison and bison skin? Isn't this tax official saying? But is he a little boy without power and power capable of resisting? At least, there is not yet.
"Well, Mr. Baccarat, since the town is prohibited from buying and selling bison skins, I would rather be punished and I will never make such mistakes again in the future. I will give you cowhide." To Baccarat's expectations, under such obvious difficulties, Romon did not argue. Although even the boy's opposition was useless in the end, Romon's calm appearance still surprised the tax officer Baccarat.
"If nothing else, I'll leave first. Mr. Bacacci, goodbye." Romon calmly put the cowhide into Bacci's hands, then said goodbye and walked out.
This calm expression and this humble attitude made the tax officer Baccarat narrow his eyes again. He almost habitually touched the ring on the index finger of his right hand, and then looked at the boy with a complicated expression.
"Would this decision be wrong?" he murmured to himself, only he could hear the sound.
Although Romon is indeed a humble boy and is only a level 1 druid, with this boy being able to become a druid at the age of fifteen, and his temperament is obviously more mature than his peers, I am afraid of...
Even though the closer distance to Miss Aline made Reverend Tennis a little unhappy and was suppressed by the temple, he was already a druid after all, and he was still so young in the future...
Thinking of this, this tax officer, who has always been known for his prudence and good at changing the situation, fell into deep thought. Since... he has already formed a bond with this young man, if he does not completely suppress this young man, he is afraid that it will be a disaster in the future!
Then...just do it.
And just as Baccarat was still thinking, Romon had stepped into the forest again.
It's November, and the plants in the temple are still growing vigorously, but the plants and trees in the forest are already in a strong decay.
Romon took out a dry bread from the Shennongjiao space, ate and walked while combing his thoughts.
I don't have much money left. Since I've already had such a fight with Druid Jayfa, I'm afraid I'll repay the 300 silver coins I owed him soon. In addition to some other expenses and expenses, he now needs to get at least 400 silver coins as soon as possible to overcome the difficulties in front of him.
Moreover, when he thought of the deliberate difficulties of the tax officer Baccarat just now, Romon felt a little uneasy. If he read correctly, this middle-aged man who always smiled was a typical smiling tiger and would not usually mix in the grudges that had no interest in him. I'm afraid that he was unable to get along with him just now, and there were reasons why other people intervened.
Is it...Jiefa? No, this is unlikely.
Romon shook his head.
Although this druid has always been lukewarm to him and has now resolutely driven him out, overall, Jiefa is not an evil camp.
So, is it Pastor Tenness? This guy who has always looked at him disliked? Romon pondered for a while and felt that the possibility of this assumption was quite large.
Or maybe some people dislike him, a man without a background, who has now become a druid and climbed up? The possibility is not without it. He thought secretly.
So, what about their attack? Forbid him from buying and selling bison? If that's the case, he still has some solutions. At least, the town's laws do not prohibit the sale of herbs, right? Animals cannot be bought and sold. He has the advantage of finding and cultivating plants, and obviously he can't starve. However, the speed of saving money is not as fast as that of buying and selling bison, which is high-risk and high-income.
Romon thought a little annoyed. However, he didn't have much feelings for this town anyway. If he was oppressed and excluded, he would have to leave at all. With his current martial arts and ability to understand nature, it would be okay to start again. However, in this way, he might be charged with the crime of a debt evader.
So, after the bread was finished, Romon began to walk and search for plants that were not in the space.
His mood gradually calmed down, and he leisurely enjoyed the beautiful scenery in front of him. On the way, he even beat a hare, found a clearing space, and started eating with barbecue.
Seeing that it was almost dark, I put half of the rabbit meat into the space, and then got up and walked back.
When he first entered the town, a man suddenly stopped him. "Hello, are you Romon?"
"I am, who are you?" Romon stopped and looked up and down at the person in front of him.
This is a middle-aged man with a short stature, thin hair, half-new clothes, and a thin, waxy face. This man seemed to have seen it in the town not long ago, but rarely came out and left a few impressions on Romon.
"Haha, that's right. I'm the Czech Republic of the Thieves' Union. Our branch president wants to discuss with you if you have something to do." The man came to Romon and whispered.
Romon frowned: "Thieves union?"
In the memory received by Romon, it seems that he has not had a deep impression of this union.
Seeing Romon stopping and thinking, the Czech Republic quickly introduced in a low voice: "The thief union usually operates in large and medium-sized towns. There were no one in the town. We are also the branch of the thief union that just established here. I am a member of the union. This time I am here to discuss a deal with you..."
As he said that, he looked around again and whispered: "I heard that you hunted a bison, right?"
"Yes." Romon became more and more alert. "Does this have anything to do with you looking for me?"
The Czech laughed and said, "Of course it's a matter! I also heard that the bison you hunted is forbidden to trade in small towns, right? Our branch president is looking for you to discuss this matter. We want to buy your bison. And..."
He deepened his smile: "If you can still hunt bison or other animals in the future, we will all want them. How about it? If you are interested, just go to the union with me?"
Although the person in front of him gave him a very unreliable feeling, when he thought that if this business could really be accomplished, he would quickly solve the predicament. After the Czech Republic's persuasion, he finally decided to go and have a look first.
The branch of the thief union in the town was very remote, and he didn't even enter the town. He temporarily built a nest outside the town, which was a stone chamber under a forest.
The person who talked with him about business was also a middle-aged man, but he looked much better than the Czech image, and even more loyal than ordinary people. Such a person was actually a thief and a small leader, and Romon found it incredible. Only when talking to him, the occasionally flashing light in the man's eyes made Romon know that this person was definitely not a good person.
The business was still going smoothly. However, the price given by the other party was very low. However, this was also expected by Romon. After all, when the bison cannot be sold at all, if the price given by the other party was still very high, then he really had to think about whether there was any ghost in it.
Even so, when the negotiations were about to end, Romon took out a wiretap from the space and placed it under the conference table while the other party was not paying attention. This wiretap was purchased in the original world. Although it was not a high-end item, it could also amplify the sound. I don’t know if it can be used here.
The thieves were at this time in a situation where they were satisfied with their business negotiations, so no one noticed Romon's small move.
Chapter completed!