Mage Joan

The Dingdall brothers and Rebecca met for the first time, and they could not guess at all how the little girl was as pure and innocent as it seemed on the surface, or her acting skills were clever.

"I have Kandy's correspondence address, but I can't tell you."

Joan was forced to take over the conversation.

"Why not!" Rebecca pursed her lips vigorously.

"If I don't allow your permission, I will tell the stranger your mailing address, aren't you angry?"

"This..." Rebecca was speechless.

"Don't talk about these off-topics first. Did you pass by here by accident, or do you have something to do with me?"

"It's passing, but there is indeed something I would like to ask you to help." Rebecca first apologized to the Dindal brothers, then turned around and said to Joan: "You entertain friends first, it's not too late to say anything about my affairs ."

Roger saw Rebecca turn to leave, quickly dicked Dick, and then hurriedly said to Joan, so as not to disturb him and Rebecca talking about "business".

Rebecca accompanied Jo Ann and sent two old friends from his hometown out of school until the Dindale brothers boarded the coach and waved goodbye.

"Joan, let's find a quiet place to sit down and talk, OK?"

Joan nodded and walked along the path paved with white pebbles to the depths of the willow shade.

There are benches under the shade of trees, mostly occupied by young couples in pairs.

Joan and Rebecca made a big circle before they found an empty chair near the pond and sat down side by side.

In the early summer afternoon, the sun was warm and the warm wind blew past, and the willow branches swayed.

The calm pond was circulated with golden ripples, and the lazy and relaxed atmosphere made people want to doze off.

"Joan, have you heard of the name Andrew Snow?"

Rebecca whispered softly, as if fearing to destroy the tranquil and peaceful atmosphere deep in Liu Yin.

Joan frowned slightly, searching for his memory, vaguely remembering hearing Mr. Havel mentioned the name, but he couldn't remember who the other person was.

"Not familiar with this person, what is he doing?"

"Mr. Andrew Snow is the customs director of the Port of Leiden and the tax inspector appointed by His Majesty the Emperor. He is solely responsible for collecting various taxes in the colony of Alfheim. Among all the officials of the colonial government, his power Second only to Governor Norfolk and General Gates."

After hearing Rebecca's explanation, Joan finally remembered it.

Mr. Havel once talked with Xiao Miao about cross-border smuggling. He also said that after Andrew Snow served as the Director of the Port of Leiden Customs, he issued a series of laws to crack down on smuggling and submitted a copy of the scale of the anti-smuggling fleet to the municipal council. Budget proposal.

These tough regulatory measures made Mr. Havel lament that the smuggling business is becoming more and more difficult.

Because Yangbo is mainly engaged in import and export trade, it is inevitable that it will come and go with the smuggling fleet at sea.

Once the smuggling channel is cut off, the prices of certain high-end imported goods from the old continent, such as tea, cane sugar, and high-end industrial products such as watches and clocks, will rise sharply, and the business of Yangbo will be affected.

The City Council has not approved Andrew Snow’s proposal to strengthen the construction of anti-smuggling military police, but the tough new commissioner of customs has brought a cold snap to the market in Port Leiden, causing widespread dissatisfaction among business people.

Port Leiden is the largest trading port in the colony of Alfheim. Most local businessmen rely on maritime trade for food, and their interests are not completely consistent with the interests of the home government, especially in terms of tariffs.

Joan doesn’t know much about tax issues, but from his personal knowledge, he suspects that most trade merchants in the colony are suspected of tax evasion, and even regards smuggling as a conventional means of profiteering, even if he dare not publicize it. At least not ashamed.

In contrast, the merchant class generally harbors strong hostility to the imperial bureaucrats and even ordinary tax police responsible for taxation, and regards the other party as a "running dog" of the imperial authorities.

Regarding the contradiction between "taxation" and "tax resistance", the Municipal Council of Port Leiden has also undergone a serious split.

Some parliamentarians insisted that all walks of life should pay taxes according to law, which is an obligation that must be fulfilled as citizens.

More lawmakers stood in the opposite position, emphasizing the monopoly of the colonial export trade by the imperial authorities, deliberately lowering the prices of agricultural and raw materials in Yalfheim, and prohibiting the sale of the above commodities to foreign merchants with higher prices.

In this unfair trading environment, the imperial authorities imposed heavy taxes again, and the colonial merchants could not survive at all. In order to survive, they had to choose to evade taxes.

In fact, this is not the case with businessmen alone, but with farmers.

Joan remembers his hometown of Delin Town, the "old man" who has been in arrears for many years in a row.

As for whether this matter is done right or not, it's fair to say that the law is fair, and that the wife says the law is reasonable.

Joan was always not interested in politics and asked Rebecca directly: "The Director of Customs seems to have nothing to do with us. What do you mean by these?"

"In fact, Mr. Andrew Snow is a distant relative of our Castes family. Of course, since my father left the house, he has rarely been in contact, but just yesterday evening, I received a letter from Mr. Snow."

"I haven't contacted for a long time and suddenly received a letter. Most of that Mr. Director has something to ask you for help."

"You guessed it." Rebecca nodded bitterly, "Mr. Snow complained to me in the letter, saying that his family's manor didn't know what evil was in it, and suddenly a haunted man made the family's chickens and dogs restless. "

"Haunted?" Joan frowned. "This is a strange thing. Hasn't Mr. Snow asked the pastor to remove the spirit?"

"Yes, but the priest he invited was useless. Not only did he not drive away the ghost, but he was also embarrassed by the ghost and had to flee."

Rebecca snickered at her mouth, unabashedly concealing the misfortunes of those crappy colleagues.

"Mr. Snow couldn't help it. Somehow I remembered my niece from a distant house. It was a newly-disciplined disciple of Grandma Claire and wrote me this letter, asking me to ask Grandma Claire to take action to eliminate the ghosts that harassed Snow Manor. "

Joan knew that Rebecca’s teacher—the theological dean Majesty Claire—was a Tier 10 priest, the most powerful and respected magic spellcaster in Port Leiden.

The Director of Customs asked the old lady to help, it was reasonable.

"Grandma, what do you say?"

"She refused."

"The obvious reason is that you can't spare time. In fact, we all know that Mother Claire has always opposed violent taxation, and hates Mr. Snow who advocates tough taxation."

Rebecca smiled bitterly.

"However, the other party is also a senior government official. Grandma Claire is not easy to offend Mr. Snow. She sent me an elementary student to the Snow Manor to deal with the errand. If it is just ordinary dead, it will be solved."

"It's okay to go and see."

Joan tried to encourage Rebecca.

"You are a 5th-level priest from the serious science class, a senior apprentice of the theological dean. Unlike those gods who have little real skills and only use their mouths to cheat money, they are best at dealing with undead."

"That's what I said, but I..."

Rebecca's face was ashamed, and it seemed difficult to speak.

As a priest, Rebecca is theoretically good at dealing with undead.

However, now she has encountered a small, non-technical obstacle.

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