my magic industry

Chapter 201 enacted
The newsboys who were peddling extra issues this morning immediately made them aware of what happened last night.

"What? His Majesty the Emperor Sassen XVII died? What's going on?"

"My God! Get me a newspaper!"

The people who just opened the door to clean the dirty street in front of the door, when they heard the terrible news from the newsboys, immediately put down their brooms and other things, regardless of whether they could read or not, rushed up and bought today's lot with passers-by. Newspapers and special supplements, and find literate people in the surrounding neighborhoods.

The bard Marne Grant sang and drank a lot at the New Year's Eve in Helgana, and was living in a tavern, falling into a slumber brought by bad ale, when suddenly there was a "boom" downstairs With the mixed footsteps of "dong dong", followed by harsh creaking sounds, the tavern owner with a big belly and two mustaches rushed into his room with a group of people.

"Man! Wake up! Man, wake up!"

"Aba Aba..."

Embracing the soft bedding, Ma En, who smelled of alcohol, smacked his mouth, completely ignoring the call of the tavern owner.

"Damn it, Keel, go get a basin of water! You guys, help me drag this drunk down!"

Seeing that the only literate bard was still in a hangover, the tavern owner hurriedly ordered his tavern waiter to get a basin of water. In order not to wet the bedding in his tavern room, he asked a group of people to pour Ma En He dragged himself off the bed, then picked up the water basin and threw it at him.

"What's wrong? What's going on?!"

The cold wind in Helgana in March was still bitter, and Marne woke up with a shiver after being splashed on his face by the biting ice water. Neighbors.

Could it be that I was so hungry ten days ago that I couldn't help but stole a pickled cabbage in a yard and was discovered?But pickled cabbage is not worth much, why are they mobilizing so many people?
"Quickly wipe, quickly wipe!"

However, the tavern owner brought dry cotton cloths and asked several aunts to rub Ma En's wet long hair. With a flattering smile, he handed over two folded newspapers and said:
"Ma En, read to us illiterate people what news is in today's newspaper! Just now the newsboys on the street shouted frighteningly, saying that the old emperor died last night and the new emperor ascended the throne What a big deal!

I'm really sorry about today's incident. In order to express my apology, you can stay with me for free for ten days! "

"Newspaper? The old emperor died?"

Ma En was wiped dry by a group of aunts in the neighborhood, and was eaten a lot of tofu. He clutched his chest like a girl surrounded by perverts, but when he heard the words of the tavern owner, he immediately He reached out and took the two newspapers, spread them out, and began to read under the expectant eyes of everyone:
"Hmm... "The Evil Conspiracy of the Black Mage, All People in the Twelve Slums Died", hiss! Black Mage!"

Everyone in the room immediately backed away in fear, as if something terrible appeared beside him following Ma En's words, Ma En also had a face full of horror.

As a bard who traveled all over the world and collected folk songs and stories, Marne was no stranger to the legend of black magicians, who could desecrate and manipulate the remains of the dead, and curse the living to make them lose their lives.

According to legend, more than 200 years ago, the Imperial Mages Guild had unprecedentedly joined forces with the Templar Church to hunt down and hunt these black mages, but this group has always been active in the shadows of the empire.

"Gudu!"

Marne swallowed in fright, and continued to read:
"It is reported that on the New Year's Eve of February [-]th, the black magician arranged a large-scale sacrificial circle in the slums, and sacrificed more than a thousand people as sacrifices to the evil god..."

"Stop reading, Marne, what we want to hear is the news that Her Majesty the Queen promised to reduce commercial and agricultural taxes!"

The tavern owner couldn't bear the terrible news, so he interrupted Ma En's words, and the others nodded in agreement with the same feeling.

"Well, I won't read this!"

Ma En also felt that the news was full of ominousness no matter how he looked at it, so he continued to look at the next headline:
"On New Year's Eve, the Greg Chamber of Commerce and the Textile Guild will light up thousands of lanterns... Well, this is not it either."

"Xinglan Industrial Park distributes sugar, oil, and cotton New Year gift boxes to employees... Ah, I really envy those employees in the industrial park, but this is not..."

"In the spring, the commercial alliance agricultural cooperatives will issue small loans at low interest rates..."

Marne looked through the first newspaper several times, but couldn't find the news the tavern owner wanted.

"Look at this one!"

The tavern owner picked up another newspaper that Marne had placed beside him and reminded him.

"Oh, yes! Prince Fermod Ahlica led the rebel army to assassinate His Majesty the Emperor Prieter at the palace New Year's dinner. His Majesty was seriously injured and died. Princess Dorothea Ahlica ascended the throne in an emergency For the Eighteenth Empress of Sassen... Anya! His Majesty the Emperor has really passed away!!"

"hiss!"

Twenty or thirty issues of "Emperor Capital Xunbao" have been on sale. Adhering to the principle of striving for accurate and true news, it has already won the approval of many nobles and scholars in Helgana. With the support of Princess Dorothea, it is now considered a It is official media.

And the folks have also continued this recognition. When the people in the room heard the news, they naturally didn't have any doubts, and immediately showed expressions of horror and worry.

Although they are not sensitive to politics, ordinary people also know that political turmoil will definitely have a huge impact on their lives, not to mention such a huge change as the change of dynasty. If the new emperor adds a few percent of taxes to them, then they The day is much sadder.

"Her Majesty was so kind and beautiful when she was an imperial concubine, shouldn't it increase our taxes? Just now I heard the newsboy say that Her Majesty seems to have promised to reduce agricultural and commercial taxes. Let's see what's going on. !"

The tavern owner rubbed his hands nervously and quickly reminded.

"Let me see... well, indeed, Her Majesty announced that she would reduce the agricultural tax for all farmers in the empire by [-]%. My God, this is really a kind move, and the commercial tax will be reduced from [-]% to [-]%. Eight percent."

Mann said in admiration.

"Eight percent! My good fellow! Then I can earn four or five more golds in a year! Your majesty is really kind! My lord, Anya, I'm going to the Holy Church to pray for your majesty!
Marne, you can live in my tavern for free for fifteen days, and Keel, every guest who enters the tavern today will get a free glass of ale, of course, the cheapest kind! "

When the tavern owner heard the reduction in business tax, he immediately beamed with joy, and his figure like a rolling ball jumped up and down in an unreasonable way.

"That's really good. The small wood workshop run by my family can almost earn tens of silver mars more!"

"Your Majesty is so kind and beautiful. I think Her Majesty the Empress must be as upright and noble as the Knight King in the story!"

(End of this chapter)