I Said Make My Abilities Average!

"... done"

"Oh, ooh..."

Seventeen peasants tied up, lined up in front of them. Noisy and loud, so with monkey grubbing.

And a pompous look at it, eleven soldiers.

Apparently, nine of the soldiers are general soldiers, one is a corporal, and the last one is not a soldier but an officer. Probably added Corporal and Platoon Leader to the detachment-formed soldiers. I do not believe that only ordinary soldiers will be dispatched to a task for which important judgment is sought.

"So, I have one favor to ask..."

"A gratuity? Sure, if it stayed that way, there could have been injuries to my men and the peasants, and no, if I did poorly, there could have been dead people. Though push reinforcements, it is true that they were helped.

Besides, when there were no injuries on either side, it could be assumed that there was no fact that the peasants tried to sue them by force. No one was injured, and there was no 'combat act', thanks to the mysterious girl 'persuasion' that suddenly appeared. So naturally, you have the right to receive gratitude and gratuity from our Lord's Army. I would like you to accompany us because it would be convenient for me to report it to the Lord... "

Miles of words, Commander.

Yes, indeed, there was no such thing as an act of combat. Earlier, it was not something that could be called a "battle."

But to the commander's words, Miles shook his head sideways.

"No, I don't mind accompanying you, but the favor is not gratuity.

I was going to ask all the peasants I captured, as I voluntarily surrendered,... something, it seemed, was originally that quote... "

It is an act to be rejected by the soldiers of the Lord's Army, such as the rebellion of the peasants. That, too, if there is an unavoidable reason, is not that taxes have been raised, taxes are higher than in other territories, and wives and daughters have not been served, unsolicited refusals to pay taxes. It was a mile I never thought I would warm up to such an opponent.

"... oh, they, too, are the inhabitants of my realm. It's not sneaky to tie you up without meaning, and then, because that's how much tax money you earn, it won't be a bargain for your lord."

Miles I thought to the commander's pale explanation, something like that, but, of course, that's not usually the case. It was normal to dispose of them relentlessly for show so that similar villages would not appear, and either this commander was an extra favorite or a good lord.

The tied villagers say Ugo Ugo for Monkey Guru, but they didn't let everyone talk about it, so I can't go on. The commander apparently decided to speak only to the man who seemed to be the leader of the peasants, and only the man removed the monkey groove. The other peasants became quiet when they saw it and thought, "Leaders talk to us about what they want to say."

"Well, shall I talk to you? First of all, can I assume you're the leader of these people? And are you a representative of the village?

A peasant over forty answered the commander's question.

"Oh, yeah. I'm the village chief's son, and my father's asleep sick, so I'm representing the village chief."

"So why have you suddenly unilaterally notified me to lower the tax rate? There's no way that's going through."

"Heh, you won't fool me! If the peasants come out strong, the lords will have to hear the demands, because they know!

"" Huh?

Unexpectedly loud and pompous commanders and miles to the peasants' words.

The other soldiers, though not voiced, all have a pompous face.

"Look, they're pointing at the stars and they're in a hurry!

The peasant with the Doya face.

But the Miles were surprised because they were never pointed at the drawing.

"Yes, what the hell are you talking about, this guy..."

"Wow, I don't know. Hey, you, can you tell me how that makes sense?

"Hehe, fine. I'll tell you what we know."

That's what I said, the peasant leaders who started talking about it.

"Look, listen carefully.

The lord makes his living with the taxes we collect from the peasants. We all do, the wages you pay, the taxes you pay to the state. "

There are a lot of other commercial-related taxes, toll taxes, etc., but, well, that would be good. You're generally right, so the commander and Miles nodded silently.

"So, what happens if we say 'lower the tax rate'?

"You'll get poked."

Miles responded instantly.

"So what if we say, 'Do as I say, or you won't pay taxes'?

"" There will be a crusader ""

Miles that have been hammered with the Commander.

In fact, it is' now, there '. Because this commander is the captain of the crusade.

It seems that this commander has managed to reconcile us through persuasion rather than crusade, but normally, it would not be strange to unilaterally annihilate the rebellious peasants without thinking about persuasion or anything else.

"Hehe, you think so? But that's just a threat. If you really capture or kill us, you won't be able to take taxes at all. Even if we lower the tax rate a little, it's a lot better than zero. So, in the end, we make sense. Earlier, as long as we didn't really hit each other, all we had to do was pull out our swords and threaten them. I know.

Let's just untie this rope!

………………

Shut up, Miles and Commander. And the other soldiers.

"Oh, um..."

And miles to talk to the fearful peasants.

"Um, if we do that, the rumors will spread and all the villages will demand that, right?

"Yeah, that's why we asked for it."

…………

"Um, that would drop tax revenues from all the villages, wouldn't it? If that's the case, if we make the first villagers we've demanded into criminal slaves and show them off, then there won't be any villages to follow, and tax revenues won't have to fall? Sell it as a criminal slave and you'll make money..."

"Huh..."

Now it was the peasants, the sons of the village chief, who were pompous.

"Yes, no, you're asking me right, you're not gonna fool me! Once upon a time, in the village of Roberton, I made such a demand that the tax rate was zero in the first year and 30% after..."

"The village of Roberton?

The commander seemed to have no idea, but Miles sounded familiar with the name.

"The village of Roberton...... I've read it in a book before......"

"Look at that!

Farmers with faces as if they had captured the neck of a ghost (orga). But we weren't done talking about miles.

"They say there are villages with that name in other countries. Indeed, as a result of unilaterally demanding tax breaks, men throughout the village killed everything from infants to old people. From the nearby villages, the following men did not inherit the land: the family members took their wives, the bachelors settled in the village alone, and the bachelors married (meh) the women who had become widows or the girls who were still children, and inherited the village, etc...

So the year you settled you should have been exempt from taxes, then lower the tax rate for the next three years, and from the fourth year you should have been at the normal tax rate.

In other words, the story of the village of Roberton is not about being able to lower taxes, but about the lesson that conveyed the end of the peasants on track... "

"Huh..."

Not only the son of the village chief who was talking, but also the other peasants who were listening, were pale.

"So, we have the power to kill all the men..."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!

"" "". "" Mo, mo, mo, mo, mo, mo!

To the words of the commander were the peasants who raised the screams of agitation.

Well, in fact, the hard way is to talk about "if persuasion ends indefinitely," in which case, too, we plan to become about a criminal slave, not kill them all.

Killing doesn't make a single piece of copper coin, but if you're a criminal slave, it makes money.

The lord here is kind, fine for the money...