Tax collector Batra was lying on the big bed in his mistress's house when he heard his entourage reporting to him that something had happened in the Dalton family's leather workshop.
In recent times, as the tax system has been gradually improved, Tax Officer Batra has gone from a little-known tax officer in Dodan Town to a hot shot in the eyes of countless businessmen. As long as he nods, he will be invited to eat and drink.
of people could line up from his office to the street.
His mistress was a baron's widow. Her husband accidentally fell to death while riding a horse three years ago. After she inherited the inheritance, she raised her two sons in a low-key manner in the town.
At that time, it was the tax collector of Batra who gave twenty gold coins to the census officer of Dodan Town, so no one in the town made arrangements for the remarriage of the noble widow. Originally, the noble widow had always been aloof from him, and occasionally she would
He will be invited to sit at home, and everyone will get what they need.
But recently, the tax collector Batra's net worth in Dodan Town has skyrocketed, and the relationship between him and his mistress has heated up again.
He was called out from his mistress's bedroom by his henchmen, and he climbed into the magic caravan while holding up his trousers.
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After receiving the report, Batra tax officer rushed to the scene.
When we arrived at the south gate of the town, the security captain was already waiting at the gate. He saw Tax Officer Batra arriving in a hurry, and then he got close to Tax Officer Batra.
The two men led a group of subordinates and rushed to the scene of the incident outside the town.
When they arrived at the scene of the incident outside the town, they saw a convoy surrounded by a cavalry battalion in the center. Everyone was trembling and squatting on the ground.
Not far away lay the bodies of a horse and a coachman.
As a native of Dodan Town, Tax Officer Batra recognized the group of people in front of him at a glance. They were a local caravan from Dodan Town. They usually had some business dealings with the Dalton family. Look at these carriages.
There were rolls of leather on it, and there was no need to ask anyone about what happened. It was clear at a glance that they were evading taxes.
He saw the caravan steward hugging his thigh, begging with tears and runny nose.
Tax officer Batra was in a dilemma for a while, and some didn't know what to do.
The security captain beside him was also looking at Tax Collector Batra and wanted to ask him what he should do.
"Take these people and the carriage back to the town hall. If this person dies, notify his family to claim the body. If no one claims it, it will be buried in a public cemetery." At this time, the tax collector Batra could only bite the bullet and said.
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If someone stands up and speaks out, everything will be easier to handle.
The security team immediately took over the escort of these smugglers and brought everyone back to the town hall.
The cavalry in the garrison camp then retreated to the north bank of the Dodan River, where the leather workshops were also in chaos.
The Batra tax collector worked all night before bringing all the smugglers back to the town hall and recording them one by one.
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There was no dungeon in the town hall, so the merchants and the workers in the leather workshop were all locked in a room on the first floor of the town hall, and the carriage was parked in the garden yard.
One of the managers of the leather workshop also said to Tax Officer Batra: "We are all doing things for Viscount Dalton. Even if you catch us here now, it won't take long, how can you take us into the town?"
The government office will figure out how to send us back when the time comes."
"And my master, His Excellency Viscount Dalton, you have no right to lock us up..."
"Before Viscount Dalton takes you out of the town hall, you'd better be quiet." Tax collector Batra stood at the door of the room and yelled at the noisy workshop craftsmen in the room.
After working all night, he had dark circles under his eyes and felt a little irritable.
He used to sit at the dining table and drink sweet tea at this time every day, but now he can only work in the town hall on an empty stomach.
No matter what, it's impossible to feel good.
Walking out of the corridor, Tax Officer Batra asked the security captain: "Have you sent someone to notify Viscount Dalton?"
"I have sent people to Dalton Manor to keep an eye on it. I guess they should have received the news about such a big thing." The security captain lowered his voice.
"Where's Mayor Surdak?" Tax Officer Batra asked again.
The security captain slapped his forehead hard and said with an annoyed look on his face: "I almost forgot, I will send someone to deliver the news..."
As they talked, the two walked out of the town hall hall and stood next to the flower pond filled with four-wheel trucks. They took out cigarettes from their pockets and took a few puffs casually to refresh themselves.
Mrs. Luna and her maid walked down from a magic caravan and passed by the yard with her long skirt in hand. Only then did she realize that there were seven four-wheel trucks parked in the yard, loaded with bundles of leather goods. The little maid behind her was holding
Holding the plate, there are two crispy egg tarts exuding the sweet taste of butter.
Mrs. Luna stopped and looked at these magic caravans.
Then I saw the Batra tax collector sitting next to the flower pond. He was standing with the security captain, chatting with a cigarette in his hand.
Mrs. Luna looked at the carriages and asked the security captain what happened last night.
The member saw that it was Mrs. Luna, the acting mayor, and told her what happened last night.
Mrs. Luna covered her mouth and nose with the back of her hand, blinked her smoky eyes, and walked upstairs without saying anything.
"Derek Dalton is not only reckless, but also really stupid." She stopped when she reached the second floor and ordered the maid next to her: "By the way...if Viscount Dalton comes to the town hall,
Remember to let me know."
"Okay, ma'am." The maid agreed quickly.
Mrs. Luna walked into her office and did not start working immediately. Instead, she stood by the window and looked into the yard through the gap in the curtains.
Then, her gaze climbed to the snow-capped peaks of the Thorny Mountains.
I thought that since Mayor Suldak came to Duodan Town, there have been constant wars in Duodan Town.
At the same time, some cancers in the town were gradually eliminated.
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After four members of the security team arrived at Dalton Manor last night, they did not break into the manor to arrest Baron Derek Dalton.
Except for the guards of the Dalton family guarding the gate, civilians break into the noble houses without authorization. If they are accidentally injured by the manor guards, the nobles do not need to be held responsible.
The security team was unable to enter Dalton Manor, but was stationed outside the front door and back of the manor.
After waiting for a whole night, I discovered that Viscount Dalton had mysteriously left the manor in a magic caravan early in the morning.
The members of the security team quickly returned to the Dodan Town Hall to report the situation, only to find that Viscount Dalton's magic caravan had already entered the town hall courtyard.
The well-dressed Viscount Dalton slowly stepped out of the magic caravan with a cane in his hand.
Without even looking at the four-wheel truck in the yard, he walked straight into the town hall with a cold face.
Behind him were Derek Dalton, a young nobleman who had a dispute with Suldak in front of the leather workshop, and the workshop leader with a ponytail, who was not wearing work clothes today.
Instead, he wore clean and straight breeches and a vest, which made him look very smart.
Viscount Dalton went straight to Suldak's office, knocked on the door, and walked in after receiving a response.
The two young men behind him were waiting at the door and did not walk in with him.
Viscount Dalton walked into the room, walked directly to the opposite side of Suldak's desk and sat down, holding a cane in one hand, staring at him with sharp and bright eyes like a hawk, and asked: "Are you Mayor Suldak?"
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Suldak stopped the quill in his hand, raised his head and looked at Viscount Dalton, and replied: "Yes, that's me."
Viscount Dalton said very directly: "I am Viscount Higgin Dalton. I heard that you are sending a security team to investigate Derek?"
"The security team is investigating Baron Derek Dalton because they suspect that he is related to a smuggling case in the town." Suldak was not affected by his tone at all and answered in a neither humble nor condescending manner.
Viscount Dalton raised his golden eyebrows, raised his proud chin and said, "I brought Derek..."