Gluttonous Warlock

Chapter 167 Chief Taxation Officer

In all fairness, Allen does not object to the practice of Silver Moon Monastery.

The problem is that the town's finances are tight, and the limited funds have to be invested in construction. It really can't afford the protection fee!
Yinyue Monastery must take the money first, and then send people to protect it. If you don't see a rabbit, you won't scatter eagles.

Allen couldn't agree with this approach!
Credit first, even if you add some interest!

While collecting protection fees, at the same time, deposits and loans are collected, and the banking industry is also developed. Isn't it the best of both worlds?
It's a pity that Silver Moon Monastery lacks financial thinking and is too rigid on this issue.

Far less flexible than the Knights Templar in Allen's previous life.

Orcs and monasteries just want money.

There is another more dangerous force that has also quietly infiltrated the town.

They don't charge protection fees, what they blackmail is souls!

On the afternoon of returning to the town, Alan, accompanied by Mr. Sola, went to the municipal square to meet the spokesperson of the third force.

A simple pulpit was set up in the square, surrounded by a crowd, most of them women and children.

On the podium stood a young man in a black sacrificial robe.

This kid has a greasy face and a good eloquence.

Speaking in front of hundreds of people, he was full of passion and motivation!
The women in the audience were fascinated by it.

Whenever the young missionaries finished telling a Gospel story, they folded their hands on their chests and prayed in unison, as if they had been brainwashed.

Allen noticed that the missionary's robe was embroidered with a conspicuous emblem:
A bat spreads its wings under a red full moon.

The Red Moon represents Red Moon Island.

Bats represent the "Batman" branch of animal worship, which worships Charon, the "God of Death".

Charon, one of the four gods of beast worship.

He is not only the god of death, but also the creator of the bat-type lycanthropy.

The missionary of death preaches a kind of eschatology.

It is nothing more than the end of the world. Only by worshiping Charon, the god of death, can one escape the final judgment and gain a place in the new world after the catastrophe.

This kind of argument is not new, but the poor and ignorant people at the bottom will follow it.

If it's just preaching eschatology, that's fine.

The sanctimonious missionary even secretly used magic to hypnotize the pretty women in the audience.

Claiming that they are more pious and luckier than others.

If they are willing to go to his private chapel to worship, he will be happy to help them receive the grace of God, and get sublimation from body to spirit.

Allen raised his hand with a cold face, and blasted a "thunder wave" into the sky!
Boom! !
Thunder exploded over the square!

All the people who were fascinated by it trembled in fright!

The women who were charmed by the spell were also shocked by the thunder, and they came to their senses one after another, and ran away blushing.

The bustling square became deserted, only Alan, Sola and the missionaries on the stage remained.

Sola recognized the missionary wearing the "Sacred Death Emblem", knowing that he had a lot of background, so he quickly winked at Allen and persuaded him to endure.

The missionary's face changed slightly, and then he smiled again, stepped off the pulpit, and came to say hello.

"Sir, ma'am, sorry to bother you for a few minutes, please allow me to introduce to you, our idol and savior Charon..."

"Let's skip this nonsense, just tell me why you're here." Allen interrupted him impatiently.

"My name is Charles, from Red Moon Island..."

The missionary talked eloquently.

Allen could tell that this person had done a lot of preparatory work in advance and knew exactly where the immigrants in the town came from.

Know why they fled Gwent Island, traveled thousands of miles, traveled across the ocean, and moved here.

He also knew that immigrants could not gain a foothold here without the support of the Case family and the license of the Silver Moon Monastery.

"Sir, ma'am, this town is thriving and has great prospects for development. The only facility it lacks is the church."

Charles said with a smile.

"We worship animalism. Based on the belief of saving the world, we plan to build a church in the town. I hope it will not be obstructed by heretics."

"If our wishes can be fulfilled, then the townspeople will not only have a home for their souls, but their safety will also be guaranteed."

"Hehe... I heard that the orcs are very interested in this town?"

"If you invite the Silver Moon Monastery to fight against the orcs, you will have to pay a lot of protection fees, right?"

"We worship animalism, we don't covet money, we don't have worldly desires, and we focus on spreading the gospel and saving the world."

"If this town becomes a new parish of the Beast Cult, there will be members from Red Moon Island to help them deal with the Beastmen."

"Sir, ma'am, this is a very fair deal, and you should carefully consider my suggestion."

"This is my imprint of the secret law. Please keep it safe, both of you. You are welcome to contact me at any time to discuss the way of salvation."

After speaking, Charles handed over two business cards.

He put on his top hat, picked up his cane, turned around and left gracefully.

Allen watched the man go away.

Looking at the business card with the bat emblem in his hand, he frowned deeply.

Charles' meaning is very clear, they don't charge protection fees, but require all residents of the town to convert to animalism!
Worshiping beasts worships the so-called "Four Gods of Apocalypse".

The Plague Knight riding a white horse, "Plague God" Squak, the main god of the Ratmen.

A war knight riding a red horse, "God of War" Dalarg, the main god of werewolves.

The famine knight riding a black horse, Rhea the "worm mother", the main god of the bug people.

Finally, the death knight on the gray horse, Charon "Reaper", the Batmen's main god, is the savior that Charles is trying to promote in the town.

Allen put away Charles' business card, turned around and asked Ms. Sola:

"Teacher, what do you think about this matter?"

Ms. Sola groaned, and began to analyze seriously.

"Alan, first of all, you have to be clear. If you accept the Beast Worship Cult, you will completely offend the Silver Moon Monastery!"

"If we pay the protection fee to the Silver Moon Monastery, we will automatically become vassals of the monastery and enemies of the Beast Cult!"

"Silver Moon Monastery and Beast Worship, you can only choose one side, there is no possibility of swinging left and right."

"For now, I am more inclined to attach myself to the monastery, but it is also necessary to open my mind and imagine another option." Allen walked forward with his hands behind his hands, "Teacher, if we are on the side of the Beast Cult, how should we operate? "

Although this possibility is very small, Allen doesn't mind deducing it and making mental preparations in advance.

There is no eternal enemy in the world, and the mountain does not turn and the water turns.

Ms. Sola nodded, and continued with the topic.

"Beast worship is not monolithic, it is divided into four major branches."

"If we join the Beast Worship Cult, we have to choose a backer among the four major tribes... Personally, I hate the faction that turns people into insects!"

Allen recalled what happened to the teacher when he was young, and it is self-evident.

Sola sighed faintly, changed the subject, and said seriously:
"Exclude my personal likes and dislikes, and consider the overall situation..."

"If we have no choice but to choose a belief from the four gods of the apocalypse, we'd better choose... Rhea, the worm-like idol."

"Why is this...?" Allen was stunned.

"Because, compared to the other three outright evil gods, Rhea, the mother of insects, is the least bad god."

Ms. Sola gave the answer frankly.

"There are such idols, there are such believers."

"Among the worms, of course there are many scum."

"But overall, their character and behavior are a little better than those of the other three departments."

"However, poisonous insects are more terrifying than beasts..." Allen wondered.

Sora smiled slightly, held his hand, and patiently explained.

"You only think of the terrible poisonous insects, the locusts that cause famine, but there are also bees that are beneficial to farmers, and spiders that catch vermin."

"More insects, such as ants, are neither good nor evil."

"Another example is a butterfly. The larvae eat the crops, and the adults pollinate the crops. Can you tell if she is a pest or a beneficial insect?"

"Mother Worm is the 'God of Famine' and also the 'God of Harvest'."

"In ancient times, spellcasters who worshiped Rhea were called druids."

"It is true that Rhea is not a good god, but among the four gods, she is the least bad!"

"Teacher, I understand." Allen was stunned.

After some careful consideration, Allen finally made a decision.

Beast worship and Yinyue Monastery are incompatible.

This is Yinyue Island, not Hongyue Island, is there any other choice?
If you want to gain a foothold in Yinyue Island, you can only attach to Yinyue Monastery.

Early the next morning, Allen sent a letter to Charles, confessing his choice and clearly telling Charles and his accomplices:

"Beast worship is an illegal organization in this town and is not welcome!"

"You must leave this town before dark, or you will bear the consequences!"

Allen knew in his heart that worshipers of beasts were not good men and women.

Since they refuse to preach, they will inevitably be retaliated. The only question is when the retaliation will come.

There were orcs extorting before, and then there were cult threats.

The immigrant town that has just been established is precarious.

In this desperate situation, Allen could only be forced to bow his head and accept the asylum of Silver Moon Monastery.

People under the eaves can only follow other people's rules and pay money obediently.

The one-year protection fee is really not cheap!

In order to raise this fee, all the townspeople had to tighten their belts.

The townspeople raised part of it themselves, and the Case family funded part of it. Alan had to pay the rest of the gap out of his own pocket.

Hard-earned hard-earned money, of course, cannot be advanced for free.

This loan follows the ancient financial tradition: out of nine out of thirteen returns.

The town council issued him an IOU, with interest charged monthly.

The person who handled it was his father, the mayor of the town.

Dad complained to his son that the interest rate was too high.

Allen was unmoved.

On the issue of lending, my father also had to settle accounts clearly.

Relying on his status as a creditor, Allen also granted himself the title of "Chief Tax Collector" through the town council.

With this title, it will be more convenient to collect bills in the future.

After Yinyue Monastery received the money, it was very happy to do things, and soon sent a security team to the town.

The Yinyue Security Team has 93 members in total, and their cultivation level is at least the late stage of the first order.

The captain and the two vice-captains are both late-stage third-order, representing the three major factions of the Silver Moon Monastery.

Allen obtained the information of the three captains in advance through the Case family.

Captain Adam, bear blood, 25 years old.

The eldest brother from Xiongyuan has a gentle temperament and loves mead the most.

Vice-captain George, wild boar blood, 24 years old.

The "big stomach king" in the pig yard has no other problems except for the occasional greed for petty gains.

Maria, Leo blood, 20 years old.

The first direct disciple of the Cat Academy, known as "Sister Lion".

Long-legged, big-bodied, blond-haired and unrestrained girl, it is said that she is quite smug.

On the first day the Silvermoon security team came to town, Allen entertained the three captains in his tavern.

In the name of picking up the wind and cleaning up the dust, he did what he liked and prepared a gift for each of the three.

The gift for Adam is old wine brewed by Dad.

The gift for George is a blood awakening potion, which awakens the "flavoring technique" after injection, which helps to increase appetite.

The gift for Maria is Alan's homemade perfume, spray a little, sexy all day long.

The little gift cleared the way, and Allen had a good chat with the three captains.

"You three, to tell you the truth, our New Gwent Town has been in a tight financial situation recently, and even the cost of asking you to maintain law and order was barely made up by pawning your trousers. It's miserable!"

The lion sister Maria, with golden thick curly hair draped over her shoulders, gave Allen a sympathetic look, and hesitated to speak.

Allen could tell that Maria was a warm-hearted elder sister, but she was not "stupid, white and sweet".

Pig brother George is a fat man with a bald head. He laughed at his cries and continued to cook with revenge.

Brother Xiong Adam stroked his thick beard and looked at the good wine presented by Allen, with a trace of unbearable in his eyes.

"Brother Allen, I understand your situation. It is indeed not easy, but the monastery has its own rules. We only need to work on duty, how much we charge, and whether we can discount or delay payment. These are the rules set by the superiors. The three of us can't say anything." Talk!"

"Brother Adam, I am very touched that you have such a heart."

Allen toasted Brother Xiong.

"Actually, the main reason why the town's finances are tight is because of a large amount of tax receivables, which have not been collected."

From whom?

Of course not those poor people in the town who are poor enough to wear pants.

Allen put the hand-drawn map on the table and pointed it out to the three of them.

"From east to west, from south to north."

"The area circled in red has a total area of ​​tens of thousands of square miles, and it is all under the jurisdiction of the New Gwent Territory."

"Our new Quint town government has the right to collect taxes from any residents and institutions on this land."

"Wait a minute!" Brother Xiong Adam quickly declared, "You are not allowed to collect taxes in this small area in the upper right corner of the map!"

"Why not?" Allen asked in surprise.

"That area is the Flower Demon Valley, which belongs to the resource point of our monastery." Brother Xiong said in a deep voice.

Allen nodded knowingly, and circled the Flower Demon Valley with a black pen.

"Other places, I collect taxes, no problem?"

"No problem, but I'm a little curious."

Pig brother George squinted his small eyes, pointing on the map,
"Here is the safe haven of pirates."

"Here is the wrought iron valley of the dwarves."

"Here is the ogre's lair."

"Brother Alan, I'm afraid these three places won't obediently pay taxes to you."

"Brother George, we've come to the point!" Alan pushed the boat forward, "Brother, I want to trouble the security team to take action and ask for taxes with arms!"

(End of this chapter)