Mania City Square, Announcement Area.

In front of the cold and deserted bulletin board, it is now crowded with people.

However, their expressions were either helpless, dissatisfied, or angry.

"What? Taxes are required? Isn't it time to collect taxes this year? When will it be ahead?"

Looking at the parchment paper just posted on the bulletin board, a citizen who looked a little hunched could not help but ask.

His expression was very dissatisfied.

"Man, see clearly, this is the jihad tax and the cap tax, and everyone has to pay it."

Someone reminded him, looking complicated.

"Jihad tax? But hasn't it been paid before? Why do you have to collect it once now?"

The person asking the question was a little confused.

"Hey, that's the one before. After so many defeats in the jihad, they were defeated by the nobles. Of course, they have to take it back..."

Someone shook his head with a sarcastic look on his face.

"Are you crazy?! One person pays fifty silver coins and gold pounds? Our family only earns 5 gold pounds a year! I have three children and a sick mother. Wouldn't this mean that our family pays 3 gold pounds?! There are only 2 gold pounds left. How can we live in a year?!"

The citizens showed absurdity and shock, and did not seem to have expected that the first edict issued by the new queen after being crowned was such an order.

"Not only... if there is a man of appropriate age at home, he must also accept the recruitment and join the Jihad coalition, otherwise... he will have to pay another 3 gold pounds as a tax exemption for the recruitment..."

Someone shook his head and sighed.

"3 gold pounds? Why not grab it?"

"Crazy! All are crazy! The nobles are crazy! Her Majesty the Queen is crazy too! My brother has died in the southern territory. Do we still have to force our family to participate in the recruitment?! I am the only labor force left in our family!"

Some citizens said in disbelief.

"I heard that it was the decree approved by His Majesty himself. If you refuse to participate in the recruitment and do not pay the exemption, you will be forced to impose a huge fine..."

"Didn't it mean that His Majesty Teresa is a kind and beautiful Majesty? How could it be...how could it be so tyrannical?!"

"Hey, do you really believe in the propaganda of the church and the nobles? No one good thing about the nobles and the royal family!"

"Absurd! This is really ridiculous! His Majesty was so cruel just now. How can we live our lives in the future?! The nobles are corrupt and the church is incompetent. Can this world still make people live?"

"Shhh... Speak softly... Now the whole city is pursuing the life cultists, complain again, be careful that the city guards regard you as a stranger

The believers are arrested!"

"Doesn't you even complain? Is this going to force someone to die? The nobles are so rich and have so many private soldiers, why don't they let them contribute money and effort?!"

"They are noble masters. Who dares to collect taxes from them except their lords... Besides, every time the tax is received on them, it will not fall on us in the end..."

"Yes... Everyone collected it together in name, but in the end, all the nobles' taxes were returned, but our taxes were all in their pockets and the Great Lord."

"Hmph, there is also the royal family! The pocket of the royal family! I heard that a dinner from His Majesty the Emperor alone would cost hundreds of gold pounds!"

"Ph! Shit! The Trace family is shit! The nobles are shit! The Eternal Church is shit too! I see that the Life Church is right. These bastards should sweep into the garbage dump of history and be overthrown!"

"Are you crazy?! Do you dare to say such words? Such crazy words will be captured by the city guards and into the Doloria Castle Prison! If you enter such a ghost place, don't think of it! In the end, you either die of illness or burned to death by burning!"

"What about that? Anyway, it's all a death, so it's better to die a bit more vigorously!"

The onlookers were excited.

If it weren't for the bulletin board being protected by magic barriers, ordinary people could not destroy it, and there were soldiers staring at it from afar, otherwise, they would have been dismantled by someone at this time.

As the announcement was passed down by word of mouth, more and more people knew about it, and more and more people were dissatisfied.

Not only Mania City, but as new announcements spread throughout the empire, the people of the empire everywhere fell into strong dissatisfaction.

In some cities with a greater influence in the Life Church, there have been incidents of angry people attacking the mansions of nobles and city lords, smashing and venting...

"Mobs! These hateful mobs! When has it been, they are still rioting! Your Majesty, you must give these mobs the most severe suppression, otherwise, it will only make more speculators ready to move! Especially the pagans in the Life Church, they are the best at stupid civilians!"

In the noble parliament, looking at the riots reported by the local government, Duke Corens, one of the regent cabinet ministers, said angrily.

Other nobles around him also condemned him and expressed their support for him.

"Hmph, it's only 50 silver coins per person. Even the poorest afternoon tea is enough. These untold people just don't want to pay!"

"I have the strength to attack the noble mansion, but I am unwilling to accept the recruitment. I am still too lazy!"

"After all, ordinary people who have not received extraordinary education, don't know that they can have such a stable life today. We are all working silently behind our backs to support the prosperity of the human world!"

"Your Majesty! You must be punished! Those arrested participants in the riot must be punished seriously!"

"There are also people venting their dissatisfaction everywhere in Mania City! They are also potential threats, and they must be arrested too!"

The nobles were full of indignation.

And Teresa, who was already the queen, wore a crown and held a scepter in her hand, and sat on the throne with restraint, as if she was at a loss.

"Your Majesty! Please make a resolution as soon as possible! The pressure of war is getting stronger and stronger. We must raise enough funds and troops as soon as possible to counterattack! Otherwise, those pagans may have to attack the remaining land of our empire!"

The representative of the Elector of the Berencia stood up and said with a serious expression.

"Your Majesty! Please issue a decree to severely punish these participants of the riot!"

Other nobles also agreed.

After being shouted in unison by hundreds of nobles, Teresa II clenched his fists and his fingertips were a little white.

Her expression was confused and nervous, and she pursed her lips tightly, and couldn't help asking:

"Dear everyone... Is this... really beneficial to us to win the war?"

"Of course! Although it will be cruel, this is indeed the fastest way to accumulate strength! Your Majesty, the holy war is only for life and death. In order to survive, we must be the winner! And the winner will naturally get everything, and what you have paid will be regained in the spoils!"

The representative of the Berencia family said passionately.

Theresa II's expression was still a little hesitant.

She glanced at the emotional nobles with some cowardice and asked with some trepidation:

"Then...what can the civilians get from the war?"

The nobles were slightly stunned.

"Peace, peace and tranquility..."

An old voice answered the Queen's question.

It is the Duke of Corons.

He smiled slightly and said with a solemn expression:

"Your Majesty, if we win the war, we will naturally have peace, and the civilians no longer need to continue to participate in the conscript. They can bring the spoils obtained in the war and live happily..."

Theresa II was silent.

She thought about it and couldn't help but turn her head and look at the three electorates of the church who had not spoken on the other side, especially Archbishop Winster, the first Regent:

"His Excellency Bishop, what do you think?"

As soon as these words were spoken, all the nobles' eyes remained on Bishop Winster.

That gaze, some sneer, some pride, some disdain, and some warning.

Feeling the various sights, Bishop Winster shook his head slightly in his heart.

He took a deep breath and sighed:

"Your Majesty, this war...the empire has no way to stop."

"That's how..."

Theresa nodded as if she understood.

After pondering for a moment, she sat up straight and said to the nobles:

"Since that's the case, then as you say! I hope this war can end soon, and I hope everyone can live a happy life!"

"As far as your will, the sun of the empire, the great queen!"

The nobles saluted happily.

After the meeting ended and the nobles left one after another, Teresa II breathed a sigh of relief.

Her back was already soaked with a layer of nervous sweat.

She couldn't wait to remove the heavy crown on her head, then seemed to remember something, hesitated for a moment and put it on again and seriously before turning around and looking at the only remaining Regent, Bishop Winster:

"His Excellency Bishop, you said...when will the war end?"

Bishop Winster was slightly stunned.

He lowered his eyelids and smiled:

"Yes, your majesty, the war will end sooner or later."

Theresa II seemed to be unhappy with this slightly cunning answer.

She frowned her beautiful eyebrows, but soon she stopped tangling, but instead stroked the scepter in her hand and murmured:
To be continued...