Finance Officer Allen closed the last volume of official documents, and his fingertips touched the tea cup, but the cold touch was extremely cold.
After stretching, he stood up and walked to the window sill, casting his gaze towards the northern end of Fata City. At this time, the sky was turning white, and trucks from various shops were arriving one after another.
"Sir, you haven't closed your eyes all night. You see..." The servant hesitated to speak, but he still held back the words that came to his lips.
"After death, you have time to rest. Prepare the carriage and we will head to Judgment Canyon immediately." Allen gave the order softly without looking back.
A moment later, a carriage embroidered with a lone wolf pattern drove away from Fata City. Although the speed was not very fast, it was smoother than before.
This is the servant's intention. Fata City is only half a day's journey from Judgment Canyon. This must be Finance Officer Allen's rest time.
The rangers running more than 20 meters away always kept their distance, as if they were afraid that the sound of friction between horses and armor would wake up the adult behind them.
This kind of respect does not stem from his identity, but from the finance officer's means of making money. While not violating Prince Caruso's bottom line, Allen did not know how much money he robbed for the principality.
The carriage advanced slowly on the grassland, and the slightly cool morning light turned into the scorching sun. The cliff not far away looked like a giant door that was ajar.
"Who is coming? Stop quickly...see the treasurer!" The four guards swallowed the second half of the sentence, and then quickly bowed and saluted.
The carriage did not stop at any time, but the accompanying Knight cavalry stayed outside the canyon. Today is Allen's monthly secret meeting, and it is absolutely impossible to bring outsiders.
Both sides of the hundred-meter-wide pass are lined with traps, with wild donkey crossbows, goblin bombs, kerosene and dry firewood ready to go, and the flickering magic waves scan everything.
"Forgive me, sir. I just stole a gold flash card. The crime is not worthy of death."
"Hmph! As a mercenary, I have long taken life lightly. If I get caught, I will be unlucky. I will give you a happy life!"
"I have never been to Xisai in my life, and in the end I became the other party's spy. It's so ridiculous!"
"Live for love, die for love, let alone nobles, even princes will kill you."
The carriage finally stopped at the edge of the field, and it was also the day when the Judgment Canyon was cleared. The death row prisoners kneeling on the ground had different expressions, either crying in pain or laughing wildly.
The executioner standing behind them slowly raised his giant sword, waiting for the command to end the life of the other party. His cold eyes shot out from the iron mask, showing no mercy at all.
The shofar blew low, and blood soaked the already filthy ground. More than a dozen heads gathered together, but were eventually reduced to ashes by the fire.
Treasurer Allen slowly stepped out of the carriage and moved directly to the camp not far away. The closer he got, the more he could smell the smell of wine.
"You two are really in great spirits. Where did you get the Elf wine?" Financial Officer Allen smiled and sat down in the chair, then held the wine glass.
"Hehehehe, this is the deposit given to me by someone else. It's really a generous move, but it has no future." A man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks opposite said with a smile.
"Oh? What happened to the other party in the end?" The financial officer did not ask about the matter, but raised his eyebrows and replied.
"That man was kneeling outside just now. He's a spy from Xisai. Naturally his head is in a different place." The man laughed loudly, raised his head and drank the wine in one gulp.
This person's name is Modric, the master of the Arena of Knight Principality and the second son of an old marquis. Although he is just an ordinary person, he has tens of thousands of crystal coins, not to mention various valuable items in his private collection.
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However, Modric's wealth is not completely clear. If so, he will not appear in the Judgment Canyon at this moment.
The Principality of Knight is far less prosperous than Cisse, so slave merchants do not come regularly. And even if they do come, the prices quoted are ridiculously high.
In desperation, Modric turned his attention to the Judgment Canyon, or the death row prisoners outside the account. In his opinion, instead of being killed, it would be better to maximize the benefits and let them fight in the arena.<
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This idea spread like a raging fire to the Canyon of Judgment, and finally in this camp, the three of them reached an agreement, or it is more appropriate to call it each getting what he needs.
"If you keep doing this, aren't you afraid that others will kill you? Gold coins are good, but they are useless to dead people." The man sitting on the main seat said softly.
This person is the owner of the Judgment Canyon. Although it is called the execution ground of the Knight Principality, there are nearly a thousand aborigines living in it.
Prince Caruso's order trumps all iron laws, so Judgment Canyon has served as the principality's cemetery all year round, and it is also the landing place for countless dead souls.
However, Cavani, as the warden, had nothing to do about it. Prince Caruso only said one sentence to him: If you want to do it, do it; if you don't want to do it, replace it.
But for ordinary people living in the Judgment Canyon, transportation is inconvenient, and they have long been accustomed to a boring life. But the cold air of the dead souls has become everyone's nightmare.
Therefore, since Modric, the master of the Arena, came to him on his own initiative, and it was a good thing to reduce the killing in the Judgment Canyon, he naturally would not refuse.
Cavani doesn't care about gold coins. As the leader of Judgment Canyon, he most wants to see children bathing in the sun instead of kneading the blood-sucked soil.
"It doesn't matter, the three of us are here just to get what we need."
"Cavani hopes that there will be fewer deaths in Judgment Valley, Modric hopes to get a stable source of gladiators, and I just want gold coins."
Financial Officer Allen knocked on the table, indicating that the two of them should stop chatting and talk about business. Cavani and Modric looked at each other and smiled bitterly, but they did not dare to make fun of them.
"The two of them must have known about the prince's departure to Aogu City for a long time, so Fata City's income dropped by 30%."
"What I want to say today is that the tax on the Arena will be tripled from this month until the return of the Prince."
"And the Judgment Canyon must naturally meet the reasonable requirements of the Arena. As for the follow-up issues, I will solve them."
There was no nonsense in Finance Officer Allen's words, and there was no discussion or inquiry. After the third glass of elven wine, he actually took out an official document from his storage bag and flipped through the instructions.
"Twice the increase? Mr. Allen, you are trying to push me to death." Modric, the master of the arena, was shocked when he heard this, and his face instantly turned livid.
"It's better to be cautious in this kind of private transaction. Aren't you afraid that others will know about it, Mr. Allen?" Cavani, the governor of Judgment Canyon, also agreed.
In the minds of the two of them, this decision was very stupid. However, Cavani felt that it should not be made with such a big fanfare, while Modric felt unwilling to do so for no reason.
"Then it's decided. I've been very busy recently, so I'll leave first."
"By the way, you don't think that the prince knows nothing about this."
Treasurer Allen slowly walked out of the camp, and then the carriage turned around and ran towards Fata City. The remaining two people sighed one after another, but did not dare to resist anymore.