The host is a slime [Quick Transmigration]

As the subordinate expected, as time passed, more and more tourists from various countries came to participate in the food festival. Besides humans, there were also many other people on the street who either wore hoods to cover up or walked carelessly. Race.

With more tourists, the income will naturally increase, and this is not a simple one-to-one increase, but three times, five times, and even more than ten times in the few days at the peak!

"Great, we have money again!" Ohm happily settled the profits of the past few days, "I will report to the city lord now, hard work, what kind of reward do you want, tell me, I will go Fight for it, the city lord." He said to his subordinates who worked overtime for two days and one night.

"Master Ohm, there is no need to reward, this is my duty." The financial officials who were named were a little trembling - not that they wanted to refuse, but that their current salaries were indeed very high. If they were allowed to be greedy for rewards again, it might cause dissatisfaction with the city lord.

Especially those two or three small officials who were originally working in the neighboring territory and were in charge of the lord's internal affairs and finances. At that time, they thought that their monthly salary of twenty silver coins was considered very good. Later, their lord was defeated by the lord of Frederick. , In order to survive, they can only come to Mulla City to make a living.

Who knew that in the poor land they originally thought, the annual tax revenue was more than the combined tax revenue of their previous lords!

The most important thing is that these taxes are not obtained by the lords who are greedy and squeeze the people, but are paid by the people willingly - because the lords let them have a good harvest, so after the same payment ratio, the food they leave behind is enough for the whole family Come next year!

It's nothing more than a lot of taxes, Lord Ohm can actually think of various ways to generate income.

Food, wine and sugar - these are the three pillars of the Mugla city's economy.

Especially the latter two, wine and sugar are not as rare as gourmet food, but they can be cheap and common to this point, and only Mulla City can do it, because only Mula City has mastered the secret method of wine purification and large-scale sugar production!

Just these three things, although there are not many types, but the annual income is not lower than the tax at all!Moreover, it is not fixed every year like taxes, but increases year by year!

Plus a food festival...

Tired is really tired, but the sound of clattering silver coins is really beautiful!

Passing through so many silver coins every day, it is impossible to say that you don't feel itchy in your heart, but those who can be financial officials are not so shallow that they will be moved by a little silver coin.

And it’s different from just working for the lord before and getting meager salaries. Not only are their salaries more than three times that of before, but they also have overtime pay and various subsidies. Very well off.

Ohm saw that they were telling the truth, so he didn't refuse: "Okay, then I will give out food coupons as before, and you can get a [-]% discount when you go to eat with this coupon."

As soon as he finished speaking, those subordinates who were sleepy from staying up all night couldn't help cheering: "That's great!" In the face of delicious food, there is no reward like it!

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"Attack towards me!" The sound of weapons colliding could be heard endlessly. When Ohm came over with this month's income and expenditure statement, he happened to see this scene.

Andrew and Feitelie, who were also wearing combat uniforms, faced each other with serious expressions. Feitelie's curly hair was already messy, and his face became rosy due to excessive exercise. On the other hand, Andrew, although he was a lot older, his back was still the same. Standing straight, his short gray hair is like his vitality. Although he is no longer in peak condition, he still maintains an upward posture.

Andrew is not a traditional family teacher who teaches calligraphy. In other words, he is not only, but more importantly, he also has various aristocratic etiquette, human relations, martial arts, art, etc. It can be said that he is an all-around talent.

Probably it is because he knows everything that he is still single until this age.

This is not Ohm's lemon language, but a gossip joke made by Andrew's old subordinates after getting acquainted with the Cavaliers.

Of course, the knights who said this afterwards were caught by Andrew and ran around the castle thirty times.

"Mr. Ohm." The servant standing guard outside the training ground noticed Ohm's figure, straightened his upright body straighter, and then bowed in salute.

"Thank you for your hard work. Why are Earl Frederic and Mr. Andrew still training so late?" Ohm smiled.

"It's not that the city lord wants to become stronger. Since the city lord is so motivated, I'm naturally happy to hear it." A deep voice came from behind the servant, and Ohm looked up: "Did I disturb your training?"

Andrew said: "No, the training at night should not be too intense." He calmed down and said, "City Master, let's stop today's training. Tomorrow you will meet representatives of the orcs, dwarves and elves. It's better to rest earlier."

Fetley wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Okay, Andrew, you also go to bed earlier."

Andrew looked at Ohm, was silent for a few seconds, and finally nodded to him and left.

Seeing Andrew's figure disappear behind the door, Ohm looked at the young man with bright eyes looking at him: "Ohm? What are you holding in your hand?"

Ohm: "Well, it's the proceeds from the food festival."

Unexpectedly, Feitelie shook his head: "I don't read these."

Seeing that Ohm was stunned, Feiteli, who was afraid that he might misunderstand him, hurriedly said: "I didn't mean that! I mean, I leave all these to you, I don't worry, so I don't need to look at it!" He paused, then continued, "Even if there is no food festival, the taxes and profits of Mulla City are very high every month. These are all thanks to your advice and suggestions, Ohm."

If it weren't for Ohm, even if he had the intention of governing and developing his own territory, he would definitely not have such a fast and peaceful speed.

Even, if the lord was Ohm, maybe the development here would be faster - he could feel that Ohm would have a lot more things, but because of some reasons he didn't understand yet, Ohm didn't show it.

Feitelie didn't know what Ohm was thinking about, but he was worried whether the reason for the other party's reservation was because of him.All the time he's showing a part of himself, even acting stupid on purpose, so that Ohm will always be there for him.However, he didn't dare to act too rotten, so he had to let Ohm see that he was working hard or had an occasional "flash of inspiration".

It can be said that Feiteli did not spend much time on Ohm in governing the city of Mugla.

"Also, didn't you tell me not to call me Earl? You can just call me by my name. Andrew didn't say anything." Feiteli pouted slightly, with an air of "I'm angry".

Ohm blinked, looking at the boy whose hair was a little wet and his face a little red because of the strenuous exercise just now, his liver trembled because of the cuteness: Oh, how can you be so cute!

"Okay, Frederick, Frederick, Frederick?" Omlian called out three times, each time with a gentler tone.

Fetle's hair was about to burn when he heard it: "I, I heard it!"

Comforting the little cutie, Ohm continued: "Since you have important guests tomorrow, why don't you go to bed early now, and it will be the same when you finish your work tomorrow." Kneeling down on one knee—this posture made him need to raise his head slightly to look at Fidelier, "I also hope you can understand my work."

Feitely, who was still immersed in the sweetness of his sweetheart chanting his name just now, saw Ohm talking to him in this posture and tone, he only felt his strong little heart beating wildly again—I promise You, I promise you, I promise you anything!

The little person with the nostrils in the sky yelled repeatedly, I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore, you asked for it!

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Ohm sat beside the big soft bed, looked at the boy whose hair was still a little wet, and said with a stiff expression: "Fetley, in fact, you have time to watch it tomorrow after you finish your work." He didn't understand, he was clearly teasing the boy , How did he become himself dragged into the room in a daze?

Ohm is no stranger to the big bed in this room, because when he was a pure chef, he came here several times when he delivered breakfast or supper for Feiteli.However, it was the first time for me to sit by this bed.

The villain in Feiteli rubbed his hands arrogantly and expectantly, but on the face he looked pure and docile: "It's getting late, have you not rested for two days and one night? I'm really worried about what happens after you go back. "

Can there be any surprises?

But it’s okay if Feitelie doesn’t say anything. When he talked about Ohm, he felt that the previous sleepiness of not knowing where to hide came like a tide, so he couldn’t help but yawned, and then said embarrassedly: “But I Haven't washed yet..."

Feitelie: "It's okay, you haven't gone out for the past two days, and your body is not dirty. I just took a shower because I was sweating on my body just now. Ohm, you don't have to think there is anything wrong."

Ohm blushed—in fact, in this era, nobles rarely take baths, because they always believe that excessive cleaning will make them lose the favor of the gods. On the contrary, those with lower status take baths more diligently.

Because even if they have a smell, they still choose to use stronger spices to cover it up.

Ohm never disagreed with this hygienic habit. The only thing that made him feel lucky was that Feitelie did not have such a "noble habit", otherwise he would have to bother.

In the words of Fetle's half-brother - Fetle, you are so clean that you don't look like an aristocrat!

At this time, Feiteli, who was not as clean as a nobleman, watched Ohm's eyelids getting heavier and heavier, but he still remembered muttering to himself, "Remember to dry your hair, or you will catch a cold..." and there was a stick on his head. A soft towel, and half of the face was blocked by the shadow: "Oh, you can rest assured."

These words seemed to have magic power, and before the words finished, Ohm slowly closed his eyes, and leaned on the soft and thick big bed.

A second before he made intimate contact with the bed, a somewhat thin arm suddenly appeared behind him, firmly hugging his body, and then gently put him down.

He tore off the towel on his head, and ran the fingers of his slender left hand through his hair. The hair, which was still wet and almost dripping, became fluffy and dry in an instant.Seeing that Ohm fell asleep so quickly, a light flashed in Feitelie's eyes, and with a snap of his fingers, the last candle in the room was suddenly extinguished by an unknown force.

At the same time, the clear light of the full moon came in through the window and sprinkled behind Feitelie, and the shadow cast behind him was growing rapidly.