The next day, the mayors of the towns, who painted them so that they could lighten the burden at all on the taxes imposed by the Demon King, visited the castle of the Demon King with their contributions in their hands.
Gold and silver treasures, specialties that could be taken in the city, historic antiques, some of which even brought women as sacrifices.
The goods brought built mountains behind the throne, and Merle got supplies and valuables without saying anything.
"You've brought a lot of contributions. Oh, thank you. That's kind of bad."
"No, it's just about taxes..."
One of the mayors opened his fearful mouth.
Whatever they were going to say, the mayors were going to break their spirits.
Some towns don't get much supplies with land patterns. Few people have unanswered concerns about what they have to offer if they can't pay taxes.
"It was. What can your town take?
"My town is by the sea. So the fishing industry was flourishing, and a certain amount of fish and seaweed was delivered to the castle every month."
"It is. It's nice to get fresh fish. What can you take at this time of year?
"If it's this time of year, armored fish and others are the time to lay eggs, so you can get fat and take many armored fish with eggs. The scales are stiff, but when fried they are very tasty"
"It is. Then bring just this every month."
Merle put up three fingers.
The mayor weighed his head, wondering how many of them must fit in the number indicated by hand without being put into words.
Three hundred kilometers? Three tons? No, it's about the Demon King, so maybe more digits.
The mayor was afraid to ask and couldn't open his mouth.
But you have to ask there. Instructions above must be swallowed, beyond what governs the town.
"Demon King, with all due respect, how many is that...?
"Thirty. I only eat about me, Lucille and Sura, and bring 30 each month. Fresh and nice."
The mayor's head turned white.
30. I imagined an uninterrupted number, whereas Merle's said number is far below that.
If it were such a small amount, I would be able to procure it without taking a day or so.
In a much smaller number than previous kings, the mayor is unable to organize his head.
"Demon King, my ears seem distant, and I'm sorry, did you just say 30?
"Yeah. 30. Bring it every month, at the beginning of the month. And the fish taste different depending on the time of year, right? So switch to seasonal fish every time the season changes."
"Wow, I get it"
Without knowing what look to make, the mayor left the castle.
To the mayor of the town, who came out with his back round and his mouth open without expression, the inhabitants around him and those who likewise visited the Demon King, stared at the mayor wondering what the hell had happened.
"Thirty... indeed with thirty. Thirty. Thirty...... hu hu hu, haha, hu haha!!!
Oh, no. This guy is totally broken.
I guessed that the perimeter would have demanded a hell of a number, and turned my gaze in sigh.
But inside the mayor's chest, his heart is too mild, and he still feels like he's going to dance.
If I fish for an hour, such as 30, I'll take it.
All you have to do is rule that many. The mayor had rebuffed earlier interactions over and over to the words of the Demon King, who never thought about it.
His town used to rule large quantities of fish to the king every month. There's a lot to rule. It was the limit to distribute too much of the rest to our own towns. But from now on, we can also distribute excess fish to other towns.
In other words, you can get money by wholesale fish to other towns. It would also lead to the development of the town more than ever.
"My town is. My town has been saved!
I wanted to tell him that as soon as possible, and the mayor ran off.