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Chapter 23 – Thieves (Start)
Because most of the government office personnel had familial kins.h.i.+p with the Lord Baron, therefore, other than authoritative obligations, they mostly treated the common townsfolk with strong deterrence.
Once the town’s governmental Tax Officer Barcas came in, seeing the quite clearly shown malicious expression, the people inside the fur store immediately exited.
However, those people did not immediately leave. They gathered in a not too far off distance, being incomparably curious, carefully watching what was about to happen, pointing and murmuring. After all, as a recent Druid’s apprentice yet very quickly offended Druid Jeff at the age of 15, Rumont had too many “highlights” for people to discuss over during their spare-time.
Right now, even the Tax Officer Barkas wanted to annoy him, as spectators, they were extremely inquisitive.
Rumont turn around to face him. Rumont saw quite confidently a slight smirk on the middle-aged man: “Rumont, didn’t the fellow Feivel pa.s.s on to you my words? If he didn’t, I don’t mind going repeating it again for you. This town doesn’t allow the trading of bison, do you understand me this time? “
“Yes, Mister Barcas, I think I already understand. In addition, I just met with Feivel, and listened to him pa.s.s your words. Therefore, I’ve already decided to not sell the two calves. I currently just want to deal with the leather, Mister Barcas, is this possible? “ Rumont respectfully asked.
“No, not allowed. Young man, no need to be opportunistic, your affairs, I’ve already heard from the people at the shrine. What made Master Jeff so furious? Wasn’t it because you did something rash and unseemly? Okay then, I’ll leave it that. Rumont, according to the town’s tax services laws, illegal items of bison and their leather, will be confiscated. Since your transaction wasn’t complete, then hand over your leather to me. “ Tax Officer Barkas, besides still having the first impression of having a good-natured appearance to Rumont, it also completely had the mannerism of being conscientious.
“Town’s tax services laws? “ Rumont was faintly stumped. If he didn’t remember wrong, the town basically didn’t have any sort of tax services law? Nothing was certain without a doubt. To be more precise, the laws in this town, were entirely up to the people in management. Apart from the fixed provisional national laws on taxes needed to be paid. The other tax services were mostly dictated by the Lord Baron. Prohibiting the private trading of bisons and their leather, still wasn’t something that this Tax Officer could declare. Only, as a young youth without power nor status, did he have the ability to resist? At the least, he currently still couldn’t.
“Okay, Mister Barcas, since this town prohibits the trading of bisons, as well as the trading of bison leather. Then, I willingly accept the punishment, here on after, I won’t ever commit such an error again. The leather is yours, sir. “ against Barcas’ expectations, Rumont did not contend against under these obvious deliberate difficulties. Although, even if this youth did oppose, there was no use. Yet, Rumont still kept as tranquil, causing Tax Officer Barcas to be a bit flabbergast.
“If there’s nothing else, then I’ll take my leave. Goodbye Mister Barcas. “ Rumont’s expression was undisturbed as he handed over the leather to Barcas’ arms. Afterwards, going through the motions of a farewell, he left.
This tranquil expression, this humble att.i.tude when you looked, made the Tax Officer Barcas once again, narrow his eyes. Out of habit, he fiddled with the ring on his right hand, before looking at the distant youngster with a complicated expression.
“This decision, will it be wrong? “ he mumbled to himself, his voice barely audible to himself.
Even if Rumont was a insignificant born youth, and merely a Rank 1 Druid. But relying on this young 15 year old’s innate talent to become a Druid, in addition, his temperament that was clearly better than his peers, later he feared……
Even though it was because of him getting close to Miss Eleni, which made Priest Dennis unhappy, leading him to suffer the shrine’s pressuring. Yet he was already after all, a Druid. This youngster, his future……
Thinking to this point, this Tax Officer which was widely known to be cautious and adept at reading the changes in the wind, fell into contemplation. Since……the s.h.i.+p has sailed with the kid, if he didn’t thoroughly crush this kid, then he feared that there would be disasters in the future!
In that case……what to do.
During the time that Barcas was still pondering, Rumont had already gone once again into the forest.
During the eleventh month, the plants at the shrine were still maturing and st.u.r.dy, yet the plants within the forest already had an air of decay about.
Rumont conveniently took out a bread roll within his Shennong Horn’s spatial region. Eating as he went, organising his thoughts at the same time.
The money that he had left wasn’t much, since he’s already quarreled with Druid Jeff, he fears that he would need to pay back the debt of 300 silver coins quite quickly. As well as the other expenses and expenditures, he currently needed to quickly obtain 400 silver coins, to be able to pa.s.s this certain crisis.
Furthermore, thinking about the recent Tax Officer Barcas, unscrupulously making things difficult, Rumont’s inner emotions were feeling a bit disturbed. If he wasn’t wrong, that always hehe smiling middle-aged man, was the typical two-faced backstabber. The type that wouldn’t act without a certain amount of benefits amidst the enmity created. He feared that he wasn’t acting alone, that there was still other parties involved.
Was it……Jeff? No, this possibility was low.
Rumont shook his head.
Even though this Druid treated him blandly, and had just resolutely expelled him. However, generally speaking, Jeff wasn’t considered a vicious and petty man.
In that case, was it Priest Dennis? The fellow that has always saw him as unpleasing? Rumont contemplated about it; this conjecture was most likely correct.