"Not only do all the nobles have to pay, but no one dares to play tricks," Laing said meaningfully. "This tax is paid by everyone, and it's compulsory."
Frey thought for a moment. He first thought about the special culture of the Knight King, and then the differences between the Empire and Brittany. Soon, he had an answer in his heart. "Could it be … the tithe of the Church of the Lady of the Lake?"
"Haha, yes, it's the tithe of the Lady of the Lake." Laing smiled and nodded. He looked at the gloomy sky. "No one dares to discount or evade this tax. Everyone pays the tax seriously, from the direct descendants of the first Knight King Arthur to the small nobles in the remote Carcassonne Mountains. They all pay the tithe honestly. Therefore, whether the kingdom prospers or declines, the income of the Lady of the Lake will not be affected too much."
"The Lady of the Lake will use this money to train the prophets of the Lake and pay maintenance fees for the Knights of the Holy Grail. She will also build new shrines and churches. At the same time, she will take some money to provide relief to the victims. Because this is the Lady of the Lake's money and the Lady of the Lake's supervision, no one dares to cheat or play tricks on this matter." Laing said softly, "Therefore, the whole of Brittany has not fallen for a thousand years."
"No one in the Empire and no church can do this." Al- Frey also sighed. "Even Emperor Karl-franz and Archbishop Vicmar can't do it."
Leon and Kalad looked at each other and smiled. Brittania lagged behind the Empire in many aspects, but that did not mean that the whole country had nothing to recommend it. Leon and Kalad looked at each other and smiled. Brittania was behind the Empire in many aspects, but that did not mean that the whole country had nothing to recommend it.
In terms of the tithe collection of the church, the Lady of the Lake's Church really made all the nobles aware.
Morgiana, the Witch of the Lake Goddess, could bypass the royal court and directly attack the nobles. Not only could she unilaterally announce the abolition of the nobles' titles, she could also directly turn the knights into frogs, or send the Holy Grail Knights to rush into the nobles' territory and directly take them away.
Because of this, the nobles sometimes not only paid tithes honestly, but also paid extra to ensure that there would be no problems.
It was the same for the merchants. Now, all the merchants in Brittany knew that they couldn't offend the Church of the Lake Nymph. For example, Laing's subordinate, Oliver, had donated a lot to the Church of the Lake Nymph. With Oliver taking the lead, the merchants also understood that they had to earn money and donate money. Otherwise, the Goddess wouldn't be reasonable with them.
After the donations were made and the tithes were paid, Laing tried to persuade Morgiana to write a sign for the Olivier Merchant's Guild, "The Glory of Tax Payment". With this sign, the Olivier Merchant's Guild could more easily deal with the nobles in the Knight King's Kingdom.
In a way, this was a kind of tax system. Laing certainly knew that there were many drawbacks to the tax system, but there was no other way. Before the Church of the Lake Nymph could train officials in charge of collecting taxes, this was the only way.
With the Goddess' supervision, there was no need to worry about the nobles and the rich all day long thinking of ways to evade taxes. Therefore, Laing still didn't dare and wouldn't dare to touch the tithes of the Lady of the Lake Nymph. This meant that he would reach out to his most solid foundation, but it also meant that he would lose the support of the Goddess. It also meant that without the Goddess' supervision, the nobles in the whole kingdom would no longer pay their taxes honestly.
"Now the tithes every year are a grand event," Kaladin said with a smile. Kalad had a rare smile on his face when he talked about this. He said happily, "Carts of food were transported into the church and handed over to the trustworthy Knights of the Grail or the Prophet of the Lake. They would store the food. Whenever there was a shortage of food or a famine, they would take the initiative to help the victims. At least the serfs' livelihood was guaranteed."
"In addition, our dwarf friends, the engineers of the Angelande clan, have undertaken a large number of water conservancy projects and irrigation projects. The serfs no longer need to carry water from the river. Sometimes I really admire those dwarves," Kaladin continued. "There are also advanced farming tools, which make farming much faster."
"Oh? Our Knight of the Holy Grail, Mr. Kaladin, will also go to the countryside to see how the serfs live? "Laing joked.
"I am also a person who has experienced the Holy Grail Expedition. It's not like I don't know the suffering of the people." Kaladin shrugged with some dissatisfaction. He did not care that his sleeves were wet from the rain. He emphasized, "I just don't know how to solve these problems. Now that you can appear, I am very happy. I support you."
Laing sighed softly. He looked at the two sides of the Ricke River. "What I did before was just to ease the conflict between the nobles and the serfs. I did not fundamentally solve the problems of the kingdom."
"Yes." Aldous Frey agreed. This was what the Paladin and the Patriarch wanted to hear. "Good friend, tell me, how do you plan to completely solve the problem of serfdom in Brittany?"
"It is impossible to completely solve this problem." Laing shook his head repeatedly. He said rather helplessly, "Just like how to solve the problem of the rich paying taxes, this is a worldwide problem. Normally, as long as the rich get their money legally and reasonably, there is no reason to force them to share their wealth with the poor. But at least, I have come up with a way."
"What way?" This time, both Aldous Frey and Kaladin were interested.
"The system of serfdom redemption." Laing raised his head.
"The system of serfdom redemption?" Aldous Frey thought carefully. "You mean, serfs can pay their lord … to redeem their serfdom and become free people from then on?"
"That's the general idea." Laing nodded. His expression did not change much. "Of course, I still need to discuss with Her Highness Morgiana and the dukes about how to implement it. But this is necessary. Only when the serfs are free of the ladder and passage can productivity be liberated."
"At the same time, I am going to promote knights from the old guards. In this great battle of Nur, many of the old guards have made great contributions. I plan to promote at least thirty of them to become knights." Laing reached out and gently stroked the wooden railing that was wet from the rain. He said seriously, "It's time. While this is happening, I want to set the rules as soon as possible."
"Well, the serfs will participate in the conscription to become conscripts or semi-professional infantry. The soldiers will be promoted to become sergeants. The elites of the sergeants will be promoted to become Old Guard. The best of the old guard will be promoted to become knights." Kaladin stroked his goatee. He thought carefully and nodded. "Good! Just based on the fact that these soldiers have been through hundreds of battles, the knights won't have any objections. Your old guards have followed you through countless battles, and they've earned a lot of merits. If you promote someone from them to a knight, the nobles of the kingdom won't have much objection, and you'll also gain the support of all soldiers. "
"You are always so thoughtful, my good friend." Aldous Frey thought carefully and felt that it was true. The Paladin chief smiled. "With a way to join the nobles, at least the serfs will have something to pursue."
"It's not that easy. Everything will have to wait until I return to Musilon and hold a duke's meeting." Laing shook his head. "By the way, Aldous Frey, when are you going to marry that Norska woman?"
"What?!" Aldous Frey was shocked. He stuttered, "Why … why are you suddenly talking about this? Nothing happened between me and Ingrid!"
"If nothing happened, will you always bring her with you?" Laing joked with Aldous Frey. "Don't lie to me, Aldous. I know you too well."
"Being single means that I can reserve the right to pursue any type of lady." Aldous Frey scratched his blond hair a little embarrassedly. He neither agreed nor disagreed. He muttered that there was no rush and that he would think about it later. His hesitation made Laing and Kaladin laugh.
"And you, Kaladin!" Ryan immediately pointed his spear at Kalad. "The lady made you a Knight of the Holy Grail, not a bachelor!"
"I'll let nature take its course." Kaladin's smile froze on his face. He shook his head with a bitter smile. "After a series of things, it's hard for me to have any enthusiasm now."
"… But you're the only one left in your family. You have to have someone to inherit your title, right?" Laing could only smile bitterly. Kaladin had indeed gone through a lot. "Let's not talk about other things. Devenhill can't be without a godmother, right?"
Kaladin could only agree. "I'll remember Mr. Laing's words. I'll be careful in the future."
"Well, that's good." Laing could only persuade. They were all adults.
"Rest early, Aldous, Kaladin."
"Yes!"
… I'm the cutoff line for urging marriage …
"Laing Macado, killed, my, Chosen One, champion! I can't stand it, I can't stand it! "
"He killed me too!"
"It's all your fault! It's all your fault! If you didn't send Ku-Gaz to mess up my plan, I would have succeeded! "
"Shut up! It's all your fault! "
"I think that his actions are delightful. Losing a battle is really interesting, especially when you idiots blame each other. Tsk tsk, it's really intoxicating. Let's do it a few more times. Ohhhh ~"
"Get out of my way, you drug addict!"
In the Realm of Chaos, a fierce quarrel broke out.
It was like a never-ending war in the Realm of Chaos. At this time, Khorne's Blood Demon Army was attacking Tzeentch's Crystal Maze under the lead of Khorne's First Great Demon, Kabanha. This was because Tzeentch's Blood Demon Army was attacking Nurgle's Garden of Decay under the lead of Tzeentch's Eternal Guardian Sasauril. Nurgle's Garden of Decay had fewer troops at this time because Nurgle's Rotten Plague Army was attacking Pervert's Rampage Fortress. Pervert's Army was led by Pervert's Great Demon Secret Guardian and was fighting Nurgle's Army in the Creation Valley for a long time. Both sides suffered heavy casualties.
While their subordinates were fighting, the Four Gods of Chaos were discussing what to do next.
"Laing Macado is a huge threat. We must eliminate this threat!"
"We should bless an Eternal Chosen One together and let him lead our army to destroy the world!"
"The greatest, blessing? This is really exciting! "
"Eichahn? No, he is indeed, an amazing, champion. But, he is not, reassuring. He still lacks, one thing. " Dense fog spewed out from Nurgle's Realm. "I propose that my new Chosen One champion, the Plague Doctor, Festus, take on this heavy responsibility."
"No! Never! Don't even think about it! " A furious voice kept roaring. "I think this heavy responsibility should be given to Valkyrie! Only she can complete this great mission! "
"Valkyrie? Bullshit, who doesn't know that she is your wife? The Blood God's wife? " A sharp and unkind voice let out an ear-piercing shriek, "I feel that only my Chosen of God champion, Cha-Zaneyk, can bring about the final end to these stupid and cowardly southerners!"
"Hmm ~ Interesting. Then I also propose that my Chosen One champion, Prince Sigwald, will be happy to accept this mission, hehehe ~"
The quarrel in the Realm of Chaos lasted for a long time, and the four voices could not reach an agreement. Each of them recommended their own believers, their own Chosen One, and disdained the other Chosen One.
At this moment, the sharp and harsh voice suddenly realized something. "What is it?!"
"It's the Pale Queen! That coward! " The mature and charming voice with a strange accent was not surprised. "That coward has always been like this. He sneaked in and stole one or two elven souls before I could react. Then, he ran away like a stray dog. What a despicable thief!"
"Hmph!"
The sounds of quarreling in the chaotic space continued. Their voices gradually faded into the distance, and then there was complete darkness. They suddenly fell, madly falling in the endless space. All the distorted and crazy subspace creations covered the end of their vision.
"Phew!"
Olica took a few deep breaths to calm herself down. She found herself lying on a large, soft bed. She was wearing a white nightgown and a pair of white velvet garter stockings. Her black elven hair hung down from her shoulders and back. The Dark Elf found that her back was drenched in sweat.
The dark elf looked around the cabin with her amber eyes and wondered where she was.
Gradually, memories flooded her mind. She remembered that her master was already on his way back to Brittany. She was now in the cabin of a passenger ship and would arrive at Muxilon in about two weeks.
"Olica, what's wrong?" The dark elf's awakening attracted Laing's attention. He quickly came over and put his coat on Olica's smooth shoulders. He hugged her and gently stroked her back. "It's okay. I'm here. Did you have a nightmare?"
"Master …" The dark elf leaned against Laing's chest with some attachment. She took a deep breath to calm her heartbeat. Then, she quickly said, "Master, your actions have attracted the attention of the Four Gods of Chaos!"
"You're being watched!"
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