Hart, the capital of yellow sand, is the only oasis in a radius of thousands of miles. It is the only way for three trade routes across the desert. It is a veritable golden route. If we only collect tariffs, we will not know how to collect them every year.
How many.
The owners of the Yellow Sand City in previous years also did this, but after the rich man Ron took over the city, he reduced the tax to zero. While the customs revenue was greatly reduced, it ushered in more than ten times the tax revenue.
caravan, and soon this "stupid" policy was seen as the cause of the Yellow Sand Capital's resurgence.
Some people may say that this is just a simple strategy, but many times good policies end up doing bad things. What fails is not creativity, but execution.
In order to truly realize the benefits of this policy, we need to eliminate other factors that hinder the caravans from coming, clear out bandits, crack down on competitors, clean up monsters regularly, and open and maintain resting spots in the desert. These are not simple tasks.
Along the way, I've heard Cassandra boast about her father's great achievements.
But the city didn't seem as friendly as she said.
Walking in the yellow sand city, the eyes around me were a bit dazzling. Even the guards holding black French sticks stared at me with unkind eyes.
"I didn't do anything, did I?"
And seeing the pedestrians on the road looking at me with vigilant eyes, I finally knew something was wrong.
"This city is too exclusive."
"That's not true. It's just that Hart was almost captured twice before because of information provided by foreign spies. Now a strange foreigner appears on the street, and he is obviously a soldier."
Even after entering her own city, Cassandra Caroline still wrapped herself in a thick cloak, as if she was hiding from something.
"Then why wasn't I interrogated when I came in?"
"That's because the other times when Hart was attacked by inside and outside cooperation, the spies were all locals. Those guys finally discovered that as long as they give a good price, tieflings don't have much loyalty at all, and they are cheaper than foreign spies.
Too much."
Okay, I have almost guessed the reason why Miss Caroline still hides her head and tail even after entering her own city.
Is she worried that the person targeting her hasn't given up yet? In other words, she doesn't believe that ordinary city guards can protect her.
But being stared at like this is not a thing. When I walked around a corner, there were two more dragon horns on my head. There were also dragon wings on my back, giving off a little abyss aura. Suddenly, that defensive gaze
It's gone.
However, these eyes are covered with cloth, and there are wings on the back. The shape of the two extra horns on the head is so familiar. I want to make the old joke of "you are asking for your own death", but I feel a little tired of it, and
, it seems that no one here can understand it.
"Well, adventurer, can you take me home? My family should be looking for me, and they will be grateful."
Cassandra blinked and tried to recall the diplomacy lessons taught by her etiquette teacher. She used her most sincere words to invite the "blind ogre" in front of her to visit her home, but in fact she was scolding her in her heart.
"You actually scared me to the point of peeing. You dare to scare a lady? Let's see how my father will deal with you!"
It would not be wrong to repay kindness with evil, but if she did not find some opportunities to retaliate, Caroline, who had always been going smoothly, felt that she had been wronged.
"No, it's too much trouble. Which is the most famous pub, bar, or restaurant here?"
Even without looking at the red-haired girl's twinkling eyes, I knew what trick she was planning to play. Depending on her temperament, it could range from a harmless but disgusting child prank to a heinous murder.
I refused, not because I was afraid of this girl, but because it was better to do less than to do more, well. It was definitely not because I was so hungry that I didn’t want to move.
"How can this private restaurant compare to my home? My chef is a super chef hired from the most famous hotel in Sarayudu. All the ingredients are purchased from thousands of miles away."
"Well, I'll go."
In front of your belly, face and all, let it go with the wind.
And suddenly, a strong wind blew, and I couldn't help but shudder, as if I was being targeted by some evil beast.
I looked up suddenly, and in the sky, there was a figure I had just met two days ago.
"Rasnina?!"
Compared with a week ago, she looked a little embarrassed. The thick black bags under her pupils revealed the fact that she had been suffering from insomnia for a long time. Her unkempt long hair was in a mess, and her original gorgeous appearance was once again compromised.
The bandages and bloodstains on her body showed that she was still unable to get rid of the influence of "The Gaze of Hades". I am afraid that this was also the reason why she could not sleep peacefully at all.
"Damn, wasted too much time in the desert?
I don’t think I might be followed. No matter how wonderful the prophecy spell is, it’s impossible to find traces of me in the long river of destiny. It’s even more ridiculous to follow my footprints in the desert. So, just because I stayed on this level for too long, she followed me.
Unable to give up, he searched for him one by one in the city-states.
Floating so carelessly above the oasis naturally attracted the attention of others, and the sky knights and mages riding giant bats had already approached, but had not yet come into contact with Lasnina above the clouds.
With a casual move, the Devil King struck down a chain of lightning, and all the sky knights were ignited. Even the black-robed mage wearing a magic shield was turned into ashes without any resistance.
The malicious intruders showed their unconcealed malice with clear attacks. The city's alarm bell suddenly rang, and the entire city entered a state of war.
More powerful mages and city guards walked out of their fortresses and mage towers one after another, and attack magic was formed on the top of the mage tower. As the most important commercial city in the nearby area, how could Hart not be heavily guarded.
Facing the threat in front of her, Rasnina seemed to turn a blind eye. She just silently recited her mantra.
The black magic power spread, and the clouds in the sky were actually dyed into black clouds. Then, they realized the transition to dark green clouds. Judging from the accumulated magic power, it will soon exceed the world's definition of forbidden spells.
.
"Don't let her cast that magic!"
It’s not that the caster is illiterate, but this dark green curse magic has fallen. I’m afraid that in the future, Hart, the capital of yellow sand, will really only have yellow sand.
"Is this how she hunted all the way? How many towns did she destroy along the way?"
I don’t think she knows that I happen to be in this city, otherwise it would be obviously stupid to throw a spell. This kind of extremely offensive and wide-ranging quasi-forbidden spell is not as much of a threat to a powerful individual as a
Nine rings of single-body magic, then she simply wants to destroy this city.
"I don't know where you are, but as long as I destroy towns one by one, you will appear in front of me sooner or later."
Maybe it was to vent his anger, maybe to cut off the opponent's support. Maybe it was because of the naivety of the other party's Paladin identity. This week, when Roland was in confusion, the "crazy devil king" had become
The most terrifying natural disaster in the surrounding plane!
Previously, due to the existence of the snake god, the country at that level still had a vague order. This situation blurred the true appearance of the abyss.
In a sense, everything that happens in this ownerless abyss is the real abyss, the jungle paradise where the weak eat the strong.
In the countless levels of the abyss, there are people and towns destroyed for various reasons at every moment. Many times, the life and death of the weak is just a kind of entertainment to pass the time for the strong.
Curse her!"
"Sir, please show mercy and spare us."
"Why? Why is this? Why attack us?"
The wailing and roaring of the ants below could be heard in her ears, but Rasnina showed a pleasant smile. If she were not in a hurry to find that guy, she would have wanted to let the curse take effect like before and prolong the death cycle of the ants.
Perhaps it would be a good idea for a vacation to spend an entire year listening to their howls and curses.
Reason? Do you need a reason to kill a bunch of ants casually? Do you remember how many mosquitoes and flies you killed that were annoying to look at?
Maybe some people will despise the existence of order. When the most basic order has disappeared, when those who hold force have no restraints. When the strong do not think that the weak are the same kind of existence, what will happen naturally?
Things can happen.
Mass murder? If there is no such thing, can you find a witness? Everyone died? Does that mean there is no evidence of death?
Blow up peaceful and neutral medical institutions and diplomatic embassies? They did it by mistake. They accidentally used maps/wrong information from ten years ago. Let me express my regret verbally.
Creating famines and refugees? Oh, that was an unfortunate accident, but they had an evil master!
Apology and compensation? How is that possible? It was already said that it was an unfortunate accident. Since it was an accident, don’t think too much about it. Well, let me express my regret verbally.
War crimes? Haha, young people, no matter what world you are in, wars will always happen, but you may not know it.
When the power of the powerful loses its restraints, and when huge benefits can be obtained by simply using force, even the most horrific evil deeds can become commonplace.
Furthermore, when evil deeds become commonplace, killing and destruction can no longer carry the banner of profit or the country, but become pure entertainment.
Those war machines that are determined to indulge in killing and destruction may eventually destroy not only themselves.
This is already the thirty-seventh city-state that Lasnina plans to destroy within five days. From the bottom of her heart, she has given up her plan to find Roland like a needle in a haystack. It is very likely that Roland should have left this plane.
But the endless destruction and wailing gave her a poisonous pleasure. Seeing these ants being trampled to death after begging for mercy in pain, she felt comfortable all over, as if the scars on her body were much better.
For Lasnina, who has been in the dark side for countless years, the judgment from her soul not only failed to awaken her long-abandoned conscience, but instead made her eager to pass on the pain she suffered to more weak people.
‘Ha, cry, scream, and then you all die!”
Hysterical laughter echoed in the air above the city, and the next moment, a transparent ice sword suddenly pierced out of the heart.
When Rasnina turned around with an expression of disbelief, the ice blade protruding from her heart was burning fiercely.
The assassin who suddenly emerged from the cloud had gorgeous wings, and the flaming wings of the war angel were emitting astonishing heat and holy light.
The furious roar of the sword holder directly shook away the dark green curse cloud, and the murderous intent in it was like a catastrophe of annihilation.
