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Chapter 659 Noble Award
Everything that the old tax collector said was reasonable. Rather, he really saw through Ian's plan. No wonder he was able to work as a tax collector from the old Baron Ryan to today.

But just because smart people speak the truth doesn't mean someone loves to listen.

Most people in this world are not willing to listen to the right words.

——Old Farr, it doesn't matter if you earn enough, but we don't earn enough!
"Maybe he's planning to beat us up?"

A female tax official said that she was the eldest daughter of the Doyle family: "The other party is a lord of an alchemist. Spit out part of the money you took... It's not difficult, and everyone can feel at ease after paying some money."

"That's right." The other tax officials also echoed, "Where are these noble lords really in charge? Especially the alchemist, it is estimated that now it is necessary to rectify the finances, so that there is no money for him to do experiments... etc. Now that the momentum has passed, we send a large number of thalers, maybe it will be business as usual?"

This remark caused a burst of laughter. Obviously, this situation had happened many times in Terra, and it did not surprise these people.

"But I still feel uncomfortable."

A middle-aged tax official sighed: "Everyone has worked hard for so long for Lai'an, and then they were fired suddenly - this new lord really doesn't treat us as human beings, and casually wiped out our life's hard work ah!"

Hearing this, everyone's complexion suddenly changed - don't everyone, just you!

Everyone is just out of work and came here to get together and drink some delicious water, but they didn't intend to discuss the decision of the Lord's Mansion indiscriminately!

This lord is a ruthless character who sees you upset when he talks to you, and burns your head with a single shot... Even though he looks young and beautiful, he is still a poisonous flower with thorns.

Don't splash blood on me!

Because of the nonsense of people without emotional intelligence, the gathering of unemployed tax officials broke up unhappy. The old tax official shook his head and left with a pipe in his mouth, and the last one to leave was the Ross family tax official who complained the most.

After the former left the tavern, he walked directly to the city hall—the first batch of new tax officer exam registrations was today. He originally wanted to support these young people who had worked with him, but he didn't expect that none of them would be useful.

In this case, it is better to go home and prepare the test materials after registration.

As for the latter, he was planning to go to another black wine shop that sold alcohol privately to buy some wine to soothe his depression.

But on the way, the tax collector of the Rose family suddenly met a cobbler who seemed to have nothing out of the ordinary.

He still knows this cobbler. He seems to be an honest man who moved here a few years ago. He has been working diligently and found a local wife. The child is two years old. The craftsmanship is quite good. She made a bearskin coat for him. .

"Nick, what's the matter?" He said, "Going to have a drink too?"

"Yeah, it's quite depressing."

The cobbler named Nick smiled, and he said: "Master Lauren, what's the matter, it seems that you are not in a good mood?"

"Don't talk about it. Isn't it all orders from our new lord?" Speaking of this, Lauren was full of depression. He shook his head and walked to the dark wine shop deep in the alley with the other party: "To tell you the truth, I'm not a tax collector anymore..."

The two came to the basement of the alley and drank two bottles of ale mixed with water, and the atmosphere became warmer. Lauren began to vent her depression.

He didn't dare to complain about Ian, but he didn't notice the flickering eyes of this honest 'cobbler', but he couldn't stop asking about the details, the process of the tax collector's meeting.

After knowing what the tax official and the family behind him thought of Ian, he left the place on the pretext of having no money.

The Flameland spy returned to his home and released an unremarkable gray carrier pigeon. After flapping its wings a few times, it went out of the city along the street, rushed into the forest, and flew to the distance at low altitude.

On the roof of the building farther away, three soldiers of the White People watched the scene with binoculars.

"Catch it now?"

A soldier said, and the captain shook his head: "The little elder (Ian) said that the information of Le'an City will be leaked as soon as it is leaked, and it is really useless to pass false information at critical moments. You can wait until you need it." kill."

"There's no need to do anything now, just make a monitoring list."

"Yeah." The young soldier nodded, and he couldn't help feeling a little emotional: "How did the little elder know that the other party was a spy? If we hadn't seen it with our own eyes, I couldn't believe that the honest cobbler was actually a spy of Feiyan!"

"Have you ever heard of 'The Prophet of Thunder'?" The captain showed off. He once drove the magnetic storm armor to follow Ian to raid the mountain people's position, and now he has a chance to brag: "Our little The elder has a lot of means, who knows if his spiritual power can see through people's movements? He is just like a real prophet!"

"In short, if there is anything, just do it, he must have a way!"

The name of the prophet who descended from thunder has begun to spread from the mouths of the mountain people and the residents of Lai'an to the outside world.

Some people have started to refer to Ian as 'our prophet lord'.

This can be regarded as one of Ian's strategies. After all, he knows very well that sooner or later he will reveal the truth about his psychic abilities... and although this name is fake, the language is so wonderful, nicknames and pronouns, as well as the actual Facts, indeed, will gradually become blurred, making people forget their differences.

By then, they will take it for granted.

As for the dissatisfaction of the tax official and the family behind it, Ian could fully predict it.

But he doesn't mind that.Because as the old tax officer said, Ian didn't stop these experienced guys from taking the test-as long as they can pass the written test, interview, and 'background check', he certainly doesn't mind hiring these experienced guys again .

If they are willing to pass on their experience as tax officials as 'teachers', then Ian welcomes them even more.

There may be no shortage of other things in the territory, but there are really as many 'teachers' as there are.

While the tax collectors complained, construction was in full swing in Lyonnell.

A week after the war, the dilapidated city of Laian was almost completely new.

Even the northwestern urban area, which had been built with a lot of fortifications and magnetic storm coils, was almost destroyed by the shelling of the mountain people, and now only the towers of the magnetic storm coils remain.

According to Ian's original plan, these towers would also be demolished, but local residents said that these coils gave them a strong sense of security, so they were not demolished in the end.

And Ian simply built a "Tianlei Square" on the original site of the ruins with the magnetic storm coil as the center. As a commemoration of the victory of the counterattack, it has also become a good place for local residents to hang out in their leisure time.

In addition, Ian invited a group of craftsmen from Nauman City to repair Baron Ryan's castle, and refurbish the damaged parts inside and out.

In general, it is to completely eliminate the original shadow of Baron Ryan in this ancient castle, and turn it into a structure that Ian himself is used to.

Although the craftsmen often accidentally found some bones and weird body remains during the renovation process, most likely they were the remnants of the baron and those psychic children's experiments, but after all, Ian gave them confidence, so they were not too afraid.

The new Lord's Mansion is already under construction, and recently, Ian has been living in the city hall to handle government affairs.

And his busy job is also very simple-buying food.

Buy all kinds of food.

The food shortage in Nanling will continue until next year's autumn harvest. Without food, the work of the leaders will be difficult.

Even if Ian sent a whole convoy of food, it only met the needs of Lai'an City. Apart from Lai'an City, there are twelve towns and villages in the entire territory, and they can't ignore it. .

So Ian relied on the channel of Boyin Workshop to place a large order to buy low-priced grains in the Quinol Plain—this time, he planned to directly purchase about [-] tons of various grains, about half of which were staple foods, and the other half On the left and right are soybeans, potatoes and various potatoes, and a considerable amount of animal fat.

The total value of these grains is about [-] talers.It sounds like a lot, and it took up one-fifth of Ian's remaining savings, but in fact, there are quite a lot of discounts.

You know, even if there is no food disaster, the food in Nanling usually costs close to three thousand talers.

Of course, a thousand tons is not much, but this is only the first batch of orders. Before implementing the new agricultural reform, Ian will have enough reserves to deal with possible failures.

In addition, he also disclosed all the orders of the city hall to the public, and even asked the staff to go out to hang up notices-Ian just wanted to let everyone know that there is food and money in the territory, as long as they are willing to work, a bite of food is indispensable eat.

Because Ian did bring a whole food team back, no one doubted the authenticity of the order—everyone felt at ease now.

In addition, Ian also contacted the Yinfang Chamber of Commerce and purchased a large amount of building materials from his old acquaintance, Mr. Yinfang.

"What are you going to do, Ian?"

Mr. Yinfang couldn't help but turn red when he heard that the young man ordered high-quality building materials that were enough to rebuild an entire block, and the raw materials alone exceeded two thousand talers—this kind of large-scale business is not common, but in order to avoid young people It was just a spur of the moment, but he still had to persuade him: "If you plan to rebuild the Lord's Mansion, I don't think you need so much money, and the alchemy laboratory is not in a hurry..."

"Not really."

Ian didn't explain too much: "Mr. Yinfang, I hope you can help me find a group of reliable and skilled craftsmen who can build some unconventional buildings and tools, and can sign a confidentiality contract."

"Is that so?" Mr. Yinfang narrowed his eyes. Ian's proposal was actually very excessive, but he believed that the boy would never give such a condition for no reason.

He must have some brand new invention or plan.

"That's fine." The old man said, "By the way, congratulations, 'Dragon God's Messenger'."

"What congratulations?" Hearing Mr. Yinfang's slightly humorous congratulations, Ian couldn't help but also smiled - the other party was also a member of the Dragon Worship Cult, so of course he knew what Ian had discussed with Elder Manya.

"Of course it's your official nobility award." As one of the communication bridges between the Dragon Cult and the Lord's Mansion of Nauman City, Mr. Yinfang's news is indeed well-informed: "As far as I know, the letter of commission for Nauman City is already on the way."

"Again, Ian, since you have become a nobleman, do you plan to regain the name of the Cehalolvo family, or do you plan to start from scratch and decide on a new surname?"

This is a good question. Ian thought about it and felt that he didn't care about it at all, so it was difficult to make a decision.

That being the case, then contact Elder Purdue.

(End of this chapter)