Mages Are Too OP

As long as the soldiers are motivated, they don't have the dream of being a general.

It's just that the princess prefers to treat them as a direct killer force, and likes them to protect their castle.

Roland's thoughts are different.

He believes that spirit and ideas can be spread.

The sheep led by the hero will be very brave. Similarly, the generals who are loyal to the princess and the soldiers brought out will slowly be loyal to the princess.

Of course, there must be a prerequisite for this. The general's thinking will not change. When a person's status and identity change, his thinking will gradually change. This is an uncertain factor.

No one dares to guarantee someone's loyalty to someone forever.

It's just that Roland doesn't need the general to carry out the loyalty to the princess for a lifetime, just a few years.

In a few years, as long as the news is not leaked, Roland is enough to build the base of the floating city.

After being stunned for a while, the middle-aged soldier looked at Roland with a faint smile on his face. After a while of silence, his face struggled, and finally gradually became solemn, and said, "Of course we do, all of our 100 brothers do. ."

Roland nodded: "The matter is very simple, you are very strong, I can see it, so... I don't care what method you use, as long as you don't hurt the innocent, don't let the whole city fall into chaos, and put Judson Just wait for the five people to get under house arrest. Although they want to kill me, they are after all the people the eldest princess had hired, so they have to save her face."

"I understand." The middle-aged man had bright eyes, and there was a blazing flame called ambition: "What about after they are under house arrest?"

"Do you still use me to teach?" Roland said naturally: "Of course it is to accept their manpower, and then follow the orders of me and the princess."

The middle-aged soldier suppressed his excitement, suppressed in his slightly trembling body.

He licked his already somewhat dry lower lip, and knelt down on one knee again: "I will always be loyal to Your Excellency Roland, and loyal to Her Royal Highness the princess. This feeling will not change."

Roland nodded in satisfaction: "Okay, let's take action. After success, tell me your name."

The middle-aged man's heart was stunned. He understood what Roland meant: If you don't succeed, don't come back yourself.

But in fact, this is just the wrong result of the ambitious's over-braining of the superior.

Roland simply didn't want to waste time anymore and let them act early.

The middle-aged soldier who had over-repaired his brain, with a solemn expression with three points of tension, led his brothers and quickly left the castle.

It was already evening, and Roland entered the main hall of the castle, and several maids immediately brought up the prepared dinner.

A few candles are lit on the long black dining table. The castle made of giant rocks is cool during the day, but warm at night.

After all, rocks have a characteristic: they absorb heat during the day and release heat at night.

The dinner tasted good. Roland ate slowly while reading the forum.

After a short while, the tax officer came in from outside, and there were a few middle-aged men who were chubby. They stood beside Roland, looking a little panicked.

On the way they came just now, they saw the elite infantry who had been staying in the castle in action, divided into five groups, murderously arresting someone in the city.

This group of elite soldiers composed of master warriors had also heard of it, but because they had only listened to the princess for a long time, and had not acted for several years, they had stayed in the castle, so gradually, they I forgot the existence of this group of people.

After all, there is no threat, who would think about it all day long.

So when these people moved, they were surprised to find that they had always underestimated the power of the princess.

Also underestimated the determination of this airborne, temporary lord.

"Sit down." Roland gently pushed the dinner aside, and said at the same time.

Only the tax officer pulled open the chair carefully and sat down, while the other businessmen were still standing.

They are big businessmen and very rich.

But in front of the nobles, before absolute power, their money can not make their waist stand straighter, nor can they guarantee their lives and the safety of their families.

Seeing them shaking their bodies like frightened quail, Roland did not force them, and then said: "I am here, not wanting to kill people, nor do I want to change the environment and pattern here. But some people don't want me to stay, so I only have Start with the strongest, as long as you don’t oppose me, things will be easy."

No one dared to speak, including the tax officer, afraid to look at Roland.

The deterrence brought by the dual identities of the temporary lord and the magician is quite large.

"It seems that you welcome me very much." Roland ridiculed himself and continued: "Tax officer, I want to do my job and try to collect taxes from this city. I will send more people to it. You. Remember, we don’t collect more taxes, but we can’t let others evade taxes. If someone refuses to pay, or if they dared to resist, you have the right to arrest them directly. If they are too aggressive and dare to resist, you You can come to me, and I will support you."

There are many materials needed to build a floating city. If there is no stable funds to purchase magic materials, the construction progress will definitely be greatly affected.

So Roland's second thing is to ensure the steady development of taxation.

The tax officer nodded heavily, then wiped the cold sweat from his head, and said, "Yes, Lord Roland."

"As for you..." Roland looked at the businessmen and found that their bodies were still shaking, and he smiled: "Don't be so scared, as long as you pay enough taxes, I won't embarrass you."

As soon as these words came out, the merchants' bodies shook more severely.

Roland was taken aback for a while, then sighed helplessly: "Sure enough, businessmen died for money."

He understood that this group of businessmen estimated that all of them were tax evasion. The butler invited them over. These people were already thinking about whether this would be a banquet. As a result, when Roland saw them, he was talking about taxes. They thought that something had happened, and now they said, "Die for money," so I was so scared that Roland was trying to kill the typical hero.

There were even two fat businessmen who had water stains under their hips.

"I'm still here on the first day. As long as you don't think about me driving me away, I won't do anything to you." Roland thought for a while and continued: "But tax evasion is illegal after all. After that, I decided to give us a chance to go to the tax officer within three days, pay the tax in full, and then pay a fine of 20% of the tax."

Roland patted the tabletop lightly and slapped it, frightening a group of businessmen to shrink their necks subconsciously.

"That's my decision. Who is for and who is against?"

No one dared to speak out.

I don’t know why, Roland’s last question sounded very gentle, without any negative emotions, but after they heard it, they felt that their entire back was chilling, as if a cold wind was blowing them hard. Waist and kidney.

Cold sweat was flowing, and his waist was sore and aching, but no one dared to move.

"Very good. Tax matters, let's put them aside for now."

After saying this, all the businessmen were a little relieved.

Roland put a few sheets of paper prepared earlier on the table, and then the butler picked up the paper and sent a copy to the merchants.

"I am a magician, and I need a lot of materials to study magic." Roland stopped his gaze on the tax officer for a while, and said: "And you, just help me pay attention to these magic materials, and if you find them, buy them for me. I We will buy all the magic materials in this list at 15% of the market price. Both quantity and quality are required."

Hearing that Roland wanted them to help buy goods, these merchants relaxed a lot.

They now feel that Roland doesn't seem to be very malicious towards them, nor does it have that kind of superior attitude.

After walking around in hell, these merchants naturally didn't dare to stab Roland. They all expressed that they would help Roland find all the magic materials on this white paper.

Asking the butler to send the merchants away, Roland said to the tax officer who was still sitting: "The money for purchasing magic materials is drawn from the tax, but don't let this affect the development of Mottasos City. In addition, the territory is every month. How much is the tax for the country? You have to make a list of the income and expenditure, understand?"

The tax officer nodded repeatedly.

After the tax officer left, the middle-aged soldier returned. He and other elite soldiers easily grabbed the five military attachés and twisted them to the main hall.

During the arrest process, some troops saw that their leader was arrested and wanted to resist. As a result, they were suppressed without success.

Seeing the five military attaches who were tied tightly, Roland was quite satisfied.

These hundred elites are as strong as he imagined.

At this moment, Judson’s eyes were bloodshot and his eyes were red. He stared at Roland firmly, and roared: "Roland, you dare to do this. If I die, Wangcheng will definitely send someone to kill you and let go. Me, I will leave by myself."

For Judson, the identity of royal blood may be the last protective charm.

Once used, there is no more.

But it is better to live than to be a pile of loess.

"Send them to prison, remember that their food should not be too bad, they have to be raised white and tender to sell for a good price." Roland smiled: "If someone comes to redeem them, each person can get a hundred gold coins. Take it away, or you will have to go to jail for two or three years."

A few elite soldiers immediately stepped forward and dragged away five military attachés who had little resistance. All the way, Judson's extremely angry screams could be heard.

Roland looked at the middle-aged soldier: "Things are done well and fast. Now you can tell me the name."

"Fauci-Doyle." The middle-aged man said with trepidation.

"Fauci, take your hand to completely accept the'property' left by those five people," Roland stared into the middle-aged man's eyes, as if he wanted to see through his nature: "Remember, I still said that. Work harder and get more money."

Fauci felt that Roland's eyes were a little scary, and immediately lowered his head, not daring to look at Roland.