The tax collector of Batra was lying in the big bed of his mistress’s house when he heard the attendant report to him that the dalton family cooked leather workshop had an accident.
Recently, with the gradual improvement of the tax system, Batra tax collector Dodan Town has become a hot spot in the eyes of a businessman who has not passed the tax collector. The big man asked him to nod and take the initiative to invite him to dinner and drink, and people can row from his office to the street.
His mistress is a baron’s widow, and her husband accidentally fell to death while riding a horse three years ago. After she inherited the inheritance, she raised her two children in a low profile.
At that time, it was the tax collector of Batra who gave the census officer of Duodan Town twenty gold coins, so no one in the town arranged for the noble widow to remarry. Since then, the noble widow has always been at arm’s length with him, and occasionally invited him to sit at home and everyone took what he needed.
However, the value of Batra tax collector Dodan Town has soared recently, and he and his mistress have also warmed up again.
He was called out from his mistress’ bedroom by his cronies, climbing the magic caravan while wearing pants.
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Upon receiving the news, the tax collector of Batra rushed to the scene.
When I arrived at the south gate of the town, the sheriff had already waited at the gate to see the tax collector Batra rushing to gather around him.
The two men rushed to the scene outside the town with a group of hands.
When we got to the scene outside the town, we saw a motorcade surrounded by cavalry camps, and everyone in the center squatted down trembling.
Not far away lay the body of a horse and a coachman.
Batra, a native of Duodan Town, recognized this group of people at a glance. They are a caravan in Duodan Town. At ordinary times, the dalton family has some business contacts. Look at these carriages, and they don’t ask anyone to ask about it. After a glance, they know that they are tax evasion.
I saw the caravan steward holding his thigh snot, crying and pleading.
The batra tax collector is also in a dilemma for a while, and some don’t know what to do
The sheriff around him also looked at Batra, and the tax collector was just about to ask him what to do.
"Take these people and the carriage back to the town hall and die. This will inform his family to take the body. If no one claims it, they will be buried in a public cemetery." The tax collector of Batra can bite the bullet and say at this time
It will be easier if someone comes out and speaks.
The security team took over the smugglers’ escorts and brought everyone back to the town hall.
The cavalry in the garrison camp then withdrew to the tannery on the north bank of the Duodan River, and the workshop was in chaos.
The batra tax collector was busy all night before taking these smugglers back to the town hall to record the cases one by one.
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There is no dungeon here in the town hall, and this group of businessmen and leather workshop workers are all parked in the garden by carriages on the first floor of the town hall.
A manager of the cooked skin workshop also said to the tax collector of Batra, "We are all dalton Jue. Even if you catch us here now, it won’t be long before you put us in the town hall and send us back."
"And my master dalton Juege, you didn’t benefit us …"
"You’d better be quiet before Lord dalton takes you out of the town hall," shouted the workshop craftsmen at the door of the tax collector’s room.
He was a little upset with dark circles under his eyes after a busy night.
At this time of the day, he used to drink sweet tea at the table, but now he can get busy with the town hall.
No mood can be good.
Coming out of this corridor, the tax collector of Batra asked the sheriff, "Have you sent someone to inform Lord dalton?"
"I have sent someone to dalton Manor to keep an eye on it. It is estimated that they should have received the news long ago." The police captain lowered his voice.
"What about the mayor of Surdak?" Batra tax collector asked again
The security captain patted his forehead and said with regret, "I almost forgot that I’ll send someone to deliver the message …"
As they spoke, the two men walked out of the town hall, and there were four-wheeled trucks parked next to the flower pond. They pulled out cigarettes from their pockets and took two breaths at random.
Mrs. luna came with a maid from a magic van, and a long skirt passed by the courtyard, only to find that there were seven wagons parked in the courtyard, with bundles of leather goods on their faces. Behind them, the little maid was holding a plate with two crispy egg tarts that smelled sweet and creamy.
Mrs. luna stopped to look at these magic caravans.
Then I saw the tax collector Batra sitting next to the flower pond. He was chatting with the sheriff with a cigarette in his hand.
Mrs. luna looked at the carriages and asked the sheriff what happened last night.
The member saw that it was Mrs. luna, the acting mayor, and told her what happened last night.
Mrs. luna covered her mouth and nose with the back of her hand, and her smoky eyes blinked again and again, and she stepped downstairs without saying anything.
"Derek dalton is not only reckless, but also really stupid." She stopped at the second floor and ordered her personal maid. "By the way … remember to let me know if Lord dalton comes to the town hall."
"Good lady" maid hurriedly promised.