Heritage foundry

Chapter 507 The Sword of Order ([-])

Holy Fire Myojin Omura.

The Holy See where the Holy Fire Myojin statue is located.

The Holy See is newly built, and the mud between the bricks and tiles is still new. Zhou Mo is dressed in coarse cloth. He looks like he is in his 40s, with dense wrinkles on his face and dark complexion.

It looks like a farmer who has been working in the fields all year round, especially the simple and ignorant look on his brows, and the longing and gratitude in his eyes when he looks at the Holy See of the Holy Fire Myojin, which is even more vivid The image of a low-level middle-aged peasant who was liberated from the oppression of Diablo's theocracy was taken off.

Such Zhou Mo appeared in front of the current god and tax official of the holy fire Mingshen Holy See by a very "coincidence".

The god tax official was not very old, only in his thirties, and the red marks from the sun had not faded on his body, and his neck was covered with red spots. His big hooked nose and small eyes showed a shrewd look.

Seeing the simple peasant played by Zhou Mo, the god tax official raised his brows.

"You, don't look at others, it's you!"

Zhou Mo pointed at himself in a daze, and when he saw the high-ranking god-tax official nodding his head and looking impatient, he quickly ran over, bowed his waist and looked up at the god-tax official, his face full of nervousness .

"I need a servant who will lead the beast for me, would you like it?"

Zhou Mo still looked blankly, looking at the god tax official.

The god tax officer looked at Zhou Mo's unresponsive look, frowned, and raised his voice and said:

"Are you unwilling to contribute your insignificant contribution to the Holy Fire God?"

Only then did Zhou Mo bow again and again, and said:
"Yes, yes, of course, sir, where are your livestock? The old farmer will bring them to you immediately!"

It is a great opportunity for farmers to get in touch with the clergy, especially the tax officials.

The god tax official nodded and said:

"That's about the same. It's your honor to be able to contribute your strength to the gods! My horse is on the west side of the court, and the brown horse with the most mud spots on its four feet will be it!"

Zhou Mo didn't dare to delay for a moment, leading the brown horse to the god tax official, then carefully wiped his hands on his clothes, and helped the god tax official onto the horse.

"Master tax collector, where are we going?"

Pulling the reins of the horse, Zhou Mo immediately became proud, and asked a loud question, which attracted the envious eyes of the villagers around him, and he was taken by the god tax official, and he will be prosperous in the future!

The god tax official is extremely satisfied with Zhou Mo's behavior, after all, it also highlights his honor and prestige.

"Xiaoxihe Village, go collect their divine tax today!"

"Come on, Xiaoxihe Village, old farmer, I know the place!"

"It's best to know, lead the horse carefully, and it's better to be stable. If I can take a nap, I will reward you at that time!"

Zhou Mo looked overjoyed, and even his steps were much lighter.

"Master, don't worry, the little one is very good at serving horses, so you can sleep well!"

With Zhou Mo's life level, it is easy to subdue a half-old horse, and lead the horse to Xiaoxihe Village smoothly along the way. The god tax official on the horse is also a bit capable. There was a slight shake, as if growing on a horse.

"Master, we're here!"

Woke up the god tax official softly.

The divine tax officer twisted his hooked nose, and after taking a look, he saw the entrance of Xiaoxihe Village approaching. He nodded in satisfaction, and said:
"Yes, yes, you are really good at leading horses. When you go back, report your name and the village you are in, and you will follow my servant. You can only pay half of this year's god tax!"

"Oh my god, thank you for your kindness, thank you for your kindness!"

After deducting a series of thank you, Zhou Mo began to complain for the god tax official:
"Master tax collector, you are really a good man. For a good man like you, who is still a servant of the great Holy Fire Myojin, you come down to collect taxes, and you are only riding a horse. It is really exhausting. I have seen carts pulling grain. , clean up that cart, cover it with a cabin, add chairs and bedding, and sit comfortably in it, that is the life you should live in!"

Hearing Zhou Mo's description, the god tax official frowned, and couldn't agree more in his heart. Who would like to ride a horse in wind and rain and come down every day to collect taxes!

It would be nice to have a carriage like the one the old farmer described.

"It seems feasible, but the Pope only travels on horseback. I'm just a tax collector!"

Zhou Mo came up with another idea:
"That's not easy, you can offer a better one to the Pope!"

After hearing Zhou Mo's words, the god tax official became hesitant.

"Is this okay? That's the Pope, the Pope who can directly communicate with the gods!"

"What's wrong with this, you just offer it up, even if the Pope doesn't accept it, can you still blame you?"

The god tax officer thought about it, it was really the case, he was offering things, not taking things from the Pope, at most he would not accept them, so could he still blame himself?

After thinking about it, the god tax official asked hesitantly:
"But in this way, on the tax books..."

Zhou Mo then came up with an idea:
"Master God Tax Official, besides you God Tax Officials who often come down here, how many people in the Holy See can work so hard? How much tax do you collect? As long as you communicate well with the God Servants of each village, isn't that right?" What you say!"

The god tax official thought about it, and felt that what the old farmer said made sense.

"But I'm not the only god tax official in the court of gods. Everyone doesn't have a certain place to collect taxes. It's who's turn. What if other god tax officials find out?"

Zhou Mo continued to offer ideas:
"That's not easy. Think about it, my lord. Who doesn't want to travel comfortably, and who doesn't want to take a nap and rest on the way. Only by cultivating the body and spirit can we better contribute to the Holy Fire Myojin, right?"

"Once you have a car, other god tax officials will naturally want to have one too. You just need to make a show, and then everyone will work together to get it up and down. Who cares how much we small farmers pay? Is it taxable?"

The god tax official thought about it carefully from beginning to end, and then suddenly realized that Zhou Mo's words opened up a new world for this god tax official, a new world where he could live more comfortably and enjoy life!

After collecting the tax and sending the tax collector back to the Holy See, Zhou Mo disappeared without a sound.

The aquiline-nosed god-tax official even sought Zhou Mo on purpose, but in this Guangminghu plane with no household registration system, if he wanted to find the most ordinary peasant, unless he knew the detailed address and name, it was impossible at all.

In the shadows, seeing Hooked Nose everywhere asking people to search for him, but to no avail, Hooked Nose remained silent for a while.

But it was a coincidence that about three days later, when the hooked nose went to collect taxes, it encountered a heavy rain and was soaked.

This just constituted the incentive, hooking out the words that Zhou Mo instilled into the hooked nose.

Zhou Mo stood on the top of a big tree outside the village, his whole body seemed to be transparent, and the cold light of three silver moons penetrated Zhou Mo's body and sprinkled the earth.

He watched the hooked nose walk into the church in the village, and stayed there until the next morning before being sent out by the local priest.

Seeing the tacit smiles of the two, Zhou Mo knew that the matter was done!
Sure enough, the tax of this village has directly increased from [-]% to [-]%.

A spark fell into a pot of oil, and the rest was the speed at which the flame spread.

Frames, houses, luxury cars, mansions...

[-]% tax burden, [-]% tax burden, [-]% tax burden, then [-]%, [-]%...

In the end, the pressure was transferred to foreign aggression, and the original gentle influence of God's grace quickly transformed into naked|naked|naked plunder.

The speed at which the seven theocratic parishes degenerated, even in this world with extremely backward communication, only took five short years!

And when the sages who are high above behind the scenes and used to look down on the world, realize that the faith they gathered has not changed to the light under the influence of the teachings, but has fallen hopelessly into the dark embrace of the abyss.

The newly established system of seven parishes has rotted from the root.

Zhou Mo once again put the lofty sages in a dilemma!
If you want to improve, you have to smash everything built up by Zhou Mo's early efforts.

If you don't improve, you can only watch the self-destruction of the seven dioceses a little bit.

(End of this chapter)