Lord of Hyranza

These war horses had already brought their speed to the extreme. They rushed across the Dodan River, which was more than ten meters wide, in a few steps.

The neighing of war horses was heard far away in the night, and then these cavalrymen in black armor were like shadows in the dark night, sweeping towards the truck...

In an instant, they caught up with the convoy.

All the cavalrymen held bright knight swords. They didn't dismount, but walked to the front of the convoy and raised their swords.

The truck in the front was unwilling to stop at all, and wanted to rush past the cavalry under the urging of the coachman.

"kill!"

The cavalry shouted almost simultaneously.

The cavalryman, who was watching the carriage approaching, slashed the knight's long sword in his hand, and the long sword, which became bright under the moonlight, accurately cut on the horse's head.

A spray of blood sprayed out and splashed the coachman's face.

The coachman only felt that the horse in front suddenly fell short and fell on the grass with a bang. The carriage full of goods continued to rush forward by inertia, and the iron-clad wheels crushed the fallen Gu Bolai. on the horse.

The wheels are on the horse.

The whole body was raised high and overturned on the grass.

The coachman was crushed under the carriage, with one leg pinned by the shaft.

Seeing such a scene, the carriage behind did not dare to rush forward again. Several carriage drivers pulled the reins knowingly, slowed down the speed of the carriage, and stopped in front of the cavalry with ashen faces.

The cavalry still did not dismount, and quietly surrounded the convoy.

A coachman secretly unhooked the reins of a Gu Bolai horse, quickly turned on the horse, and was about to ride on the horse's back while the cavalry were not paying attention. Rush out like an arrow from the string.

In a few seconds, the horse rushed more than ten meters.

And that group of cavalry didn't even think about chasing them, and didn't even take a second look.

Just after he rushed more than 30 meters, a sharp arrow flashing with lightning pierced through the darkness, and caught up with the fleeing coachman in an instant amidst the sound of "crackling" arcs. The moment it came out, it sank into Gubolaima's back again.

Both the man and the horse fell on the grass at the same time, and the body rolled a few meters away before stopping, and the blood kept gushing out.

The coachman's body twitched for a long time before he gradually calmed down.

The leader of the convoy didn't expect that these cavalrymen would shoot anyone who dared to run without saying a word. He was so scared that his crotch became hot, and a stream of heat flowed out along the legs of his trousers.

At this moment, everyone in the team knew that the choice of life and death was only in their own mind.

Everyone squatted on the ground, trying to hide their trembling bodies...

It wasn't until Batra tax collector and the town security team rushed over from the grassland that the coachmen and attendants crawled over as if seeing their relatives, hugging Batra tax collector's thigh and crying loudly.

Sadness, remorse, fear and countless emotions poured out.

And the Batra tax officer was also considered to have stolen the money, and took the leather smugglers back to Dodan Town.

Chapter 857 Viscount Dalton

Bartra, the tax collector, was lying on the big bed in his mistress's house when his attendants reported to him the accident in the Dalton family's leather workshop.

In the recent period, with the gradual improvement of the taxation system, Tax Officer Bartra has grown from a little-known tax officer in Dodan Town to a very popular figure in the eyes of countless businessmen. As long as he nods, he will take the initiative to invite him to eat and drink people, able to line the street from his office.

His mistress is a baron widow. Her husband accidentally fell to his death while riding a horse three years ago. After she inherited the inheritance, she raised her two sons in the town in a low-key manner.

At that time, the Batra tax officer gave the census officer of Dodan Town [-] gold coins, so no one in the town arranged for the remarriage of the noble widow. He will be invited to sit at home, and everyone will get what they need.

But recently, Bartra's tax collector's value in Dodan has skyrocketed, and the relationship between him and his mistress has also heated up again.

He was called out from his mistress' bedroom by his cronies, and climbed into the magic caravan while pulling up his trousers.

……

After receiving the report, the Bartra tax officer rushed to the scene.

When they arrived at the south gate of the town, the captain of the security team was already waiting at the gate. When he saw the Batra tax officer rushing over, he went to the Batra tax collector's side.

The two rushed to the scene of the incident outside the town with a group of subordinates.

When they arrived at the scene of the incident outside the town, they saw a convoy surrounded by a cavalry battalion, and everyone squatted on the ground trembling.

Not far away lay the bodies of a horse and a coachman.

As a native of Dodan Town, Batra tax officer recognized the group of people in front of him at a glance. They are a local caravan in Dodan Town, and usually have some business dealings with the Dalton family. Look at these carriages There are rolls of leather on it, so you don't need to ask anyone what happened, you can tell at a glance that they are evading taxes.

Seeing the caravan steward hugging his thigh, pleading with snot and tears.

The Batra tax officer was also in a dilemma for a while, and some didn't know what to do.

The captain of security beside him was also looking at tax officer Batra, trying to ask him what he should do.

"Bring these people and the carriage back to the town hall. If this one dies, notify his family to collect the body. If no one claims it, it will be sent to the public cemetery for burial." At this time, Bartra tax officer could only bite the bullet and say .

It will be easier for someone to stand up and speak out.

The security team immediately took over the task of escorting the smugglers and brought everyone back to the town hall.

The cavalry from the garrison camp then withdrew to the north bank of the Dodan River, where the leather workshop was also in chaos.

Batra's tax collector was busy all night before taking all these smugglers back to the town hall and recording them one by one.

……

There is no dungeon on the Town Hall side either, so the group of merchants and workers from the leather-boiler workshop were locked in rooms on the first floor of the Town Hall, and the carriages were parked in the garden yard.

One of the stewards of the cooked leather workshop also said to the Bartra tax officer: "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 town?" The government hall, how will we be sent back when the time comes."

"And my master, 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." Bartra tax officer stood at the door of the room, yelling at the workshop craftsmen who kept making loud noises in the room.

After working all night, he had dark circles under his eyes and was a little irritable.

Originally, this time of day was when he was sitting at the dining table drinking sweet tea, but now he could only be busy in the town hall on an empty stomach.

In any case, the mood is unlikely to be good.

Walking out of this corridor, Bartra tax officer asked the chief of security: "Have you sent someone to notify Viscount Dalton?"

"I've already sent people to Dalton Manor to keep an eye on it. I think they should have received the news about such a big event." The chief of security lowered his voice.

"Where's the mayor of Suldak?" the Batra tax officer asked again.

The security captain patted his forehead hard, and said with annoyed expression: "I almost forgot, I will send someone to deliver the news..."

The two of them walked out of the hall of the town hall while talking, and stood beside the flower pond full of four-wheeled trucks. They took out a cigarette from their pockets, and casually took a couple of puffs to refresh themselves.

Mrs. Luna came down from a magic caravan with her maid, and passed by the yard with her long skirt, only to find seven four-wheeled wagons parked in the yard, which were full of bundles of leather goods. Holding the plate, there are two crispy egg tarts exuding a creamy and sweet taste.

Mrs. Luna stopped and looked at these magic caravans.

Then I saw the Batra tax officer sitting next to the flower pond. He was chatting with the chief of security with a cigarette in his hand.

Mrs. Luna looked at the carriages and asked the captain of the security 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 eyes with smoky makeup, and walked upstairs without saying anything.

"Derek Dalton is not only reckless, but also really stupid." When she reached the second floor, she stopped and told the maid beside her: "By the way... If Viscount Dalton comes to the Town Hall, Remember to have someone notify me."

"Okay, madam." The maid quickly agreed.

Mrs. Luna walked into her office and did not start working immediately, but stood by the window and looked into the yard through the gap in the curtain.

Then her eyes climbed to the snow-capped peaks of the Thorns.

Thinking of the continuous war in Dodan since Mayor Suldak came to Dodan.

At the same time, some malignant tumors in the town have been eliminated one after another.

……

After the 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 broke into the nobles' houses without authorization. If they were accidentally injured by the guards of the manor, the nobles would not be responsible.

The security team failed to enter Dalton Manor, but squatted outside the front door and the back of the manor.

After waiting all night, they found out that Viscount Dalton mysteriously left the manor in a magic caravan early in the morning.

Members of the security team quickly returned to the town hall of Dodan to report the situation, only to find that Viscount Dalton's magic caravan had driven into the courtyard of the town hall.

The well-dressed Viscount Dalton walked slowly out of the magic caravan with a cane in his hand.

Without even looking at the four-wheeled truck in the yard, he walked straight into the town hall with a stern face.

Behind him was the young aristocrat Derek Dalton, who had had a dispute with Suldak in front of the leather workshop, and the ponytailed workshop manager, who was not wearing overalls today. It was a pair of clean and straight breeches and a vest, which looked very capable.

Viscount Dalton went straight to Suldak's office, knocked on the door, and walked in after getting a response.

The two young men behind him were waiting at the door and did not go in with him.

Viscount Dalton walked into the room, walked straight to Suldak's desk and sat down, holding a cane in one hand, staring at him with sharp and bright eyes like a falcon, and asked, "You are the mayor of Suldak? "

Suldak stopped the quill in his hand, looked up at Viscount Dalton, and replied, "That's right, it's me."

Viscount Dalton said very directly: "I am Viscount Higgin Dalton, I heard that you are sending the security team to investigate Derek?"

"The security team is investigating Baron Derek Dalton because they suspect that he has something to do with a smuggling case in the town." Surdak was not affected by his tone at all, and replied neither humble nor overbearing.

Viscount Dalton raised his golden eyebrows, raised his proud chin and said, "I brought Derek..."

Chapter 858 Strong

Suldak sat up straight, looked at Viscount Dalton indifferently and said:

"If you come to me and just plead guilty to me, then there is no need. The security team and tax office will punish them accordingly."

From the pile of signed documents on the desktop, he pulled out an executive document and pushed it in front of Viscount Dalton, pointed to the words on it, and continued:

"The leather workshop will be shut down, and the land will be confiscated back to the town without compensation."

Viscount Dalton's pupils contracted, and he placed the parchment execution in front of him, and looked down carefully.

Suldak added: "The tax evading caravan will be sentenced to pay a fine, and the main person in charge will also spend six months in prison. If the fine is not paid, the prison time will be doubled."

Viscount Dalton's face became a little ugly, and the haughty expression on his face was a little distorted.

He propped his hands on the table, leaned forward, and asked Suldak with hatred: "Are you... Are you targeting the Dalton family? I will go to the Wilkes City House of Representatives to complain about you."

Suldak leaned back on the chair, raised his index finger and shook it left and right, and said to Viscount Dalton:

"I'm not targeting a certain person, but the privileged faction who do things against all the uneasy regulations. I need to make them clear. Now... the town of Dodan has the final say."

Suldak's gaze became extremely firm. He met Viscount Dalton's gaze and said without flinching:

"If you're not used to living in Dodan, please get out of here, even go back to your ranch, or Wilkestown, or any town, but if you want to live in Dodan, some The regulations and systems must be followed by me, if it cannot be done, I don't mind telling you how to do it..."

Viscount Dalton's face was ashen, as if struggling with some thoughts, he shouted outside the door.

A young nobleman walked in through the door. It was his second son, Derek Dalton.

It was him that Suldak saw the day he went to the leather workshop, and later he ran to the military camp, but Suldak ignored him at that time.

Viscount Dalton stared at his son with a gloomy face, but his voice was very gentle, and he asked, "The mayor thinks that you ordered those merchants to evade taxes when buying leather from the tannery, isn't that true?"

Derek was slightly taken aback. His father asked this in the first sentence. It seemed that he and the mayor had not reached an agreement in private.

He quickly said: "Father, the leather workshop has been sold to Bill, and the transaction contract was completed just yesterday. This matter has nothing to do with me."

Viscount Dalton closed his eyes and squeezed out a sentence from his throat. The hoarse voice seemed dry and bitter: "This matter really has nothing to do with you?"

"Yes." Derek lowered his head, not daring to look into Suldak's eyes.

"Go and call Bill in..." When Viscount Dalton said this, he opened his eyes almost at the same time, and he almost gritted his teeth to say this.

Suldak felt that he was sitting in the mayor's office, almost like an audience, watching Viscount Dalton's wonderful performance alone.

This viscount has a high status, and he is used to dominating the small town on weekdays.

A young man wearing breeches on his lower body, a waistcoat on his upper body, and a ponytail on the back of his head walked into Suldak's office.

"Are you Bill?" Suldak asked him.

"Yes" the young man named Bill said flatly.

Suldak had seen him in the leather workshop, and he was indeed the person in charge in the leather workshop at that time.