I lost the sun god

"If you are lucky, you can be a servant of a nobleman. Although you lose your freedom, you can at least have something to eat. But if you are unlucky and you are sent to mine by the tax officer, you will not live for a few years."

Mining is much harder than farming, and digging holes are often connected to the underground world, and there are often particularly ferocious creatures running out of them, which is very dangerous.

"We can try to believe in the God of Agriculture." Derek, who had been silent all this time, said.

"The God of Agriculture?" The village chief looked at him with strange eyes. Derek couldn't be stupid, he would have to pay double the tax for believing in other gods.

"Yes, it is the belief in the God of Agriculture."

Derek explained: "My cousin is in Burgundy Chester. She believes in the God of Agriculture, so she doesn't have to pay taxes."

"If you believe in the God of Agriculture, you don't have to pay taxes? Your cousin is not lying to you, is it?" The village chief's frown was furrowed even more.

"Actually, I have also heard that people who believe in the God of Agriculture do not need to pay taxes."

Someone in the crowd said that he knew more than Derek, "The teaching of the God of Agriculture is to protect us farmers so that the nobles cannot oppress us."

"The tax collector in Burgundy was kicked out by those farmers when he went to collect taxes."

There really is such a good thing!The village chief thought about it seriously:

"Then let's try?"

"I will inform other villages that everyone believes in the God of Agriculture and does not pay taxes."

Hope you don't have to pay taxes.

……

At dawn, two suns rise above the horizon.

Selt, the tax collector of Tadelgada, put on a dark uniform, rode a straddle, and ran out of the city.

Whenever it’s time to collect taxes, the tax officials will go door-to-door to collect taxes. In order to collect taxes more efficiently, the nobles will divide the areas that need to be taxed into several areas, and let the tax officials draw lots to decide. Which area you are responsible for taxation.

Unfortunately, when Celtic drew lots, Shaquille Village was drawn.

Shakui Village is a village far from the city of Tadelgada, and it is not only far away, but also poor. The tax officer who went to Shakui Village to collect taxes last year almost sold himself to the nobles because he did not receive enough taxes. .

Damn it, why did I draw Shaquille Village... I hope they pay enough taxes, otherwise I won't be as merciful as the last unlucky guy... Celt shook the gray hat in his hand and put it on his head superior.

If the tax official in Tadelgada City can't collect the tax, he has to pay for it out of his own pocket, and he won't fill in this hole like the tax official last year.

Not long after, he arrived at Shakui Village, where the grey-haired village head and the villagers had been waiting for him at the gate of the village.

"I'm here to collect taxes."

Celt took out the document issued by the nobleman, and said coldly: "This year, you Shakui Village needs to pay 37 gold coins."

"But we only have 3 gold coins..." Hearing the amount that the tax official said, the grey-haired village chief, who was over 50 years old, was full of helplessness.

There are only 3 gold coins... Celt's expression changed, he skipped over the adults in front of him, and glanced a few times.

Seeing his action, the village head became nervous,

"My lord tax collector, we really don't have any money. As you know, we don't have much land in our village, and the nearby mountains don't have the medicinal materials and animal skins bought by the mages in the city..."

"Where are the children in your village? Call them out and let me have a look." Selt interrupted the village chief.

Hearing the tax officer's words, the blood on the faces of the people with children in the village began to fade and turned pale.

"Master Tax Collector."

The village chief's lips were pale, and he forced a smile and said: "The children in the village have all gone out to play...My lord, wait until next year, next year our Shakui Village will definitely pay the tax in full.

"Next year? Hand in this year's first and then explain next year." Selt raised his voice and said: "Call your children out, otherwise I will have to go back and inform the guards in the city, and then I will not only send a few The child is going to be a slave."

The village chief's face suddenly turned gray. He looked at Selt and wanted to plead for mercy, but Selt glared at him and had no choice but to swallow his words.

"Perhaps... Sending the children of the family to noble servants may be a way to survive, at least you don't have to worry about starvation." The village head, who was originally straight, suddenly became emaciated.

Some villagers said weakly: "But you have to worry about being beaten to death by nobles, or being sent to mine."

The village chief paused, and returned to the village with heavy steps. After a while, all the children in the village were called out.

More than a dozen children, big and small, asked in unknown voices,

"Grandpa, the village chief, is the tax officer gone?"

"Grandpa, the village chief, Mom said we can't come out unless the tax official leaves."

"Grandpa, the village chief..."

Hearing the innocent voice, the village chief's eyes froze.

Celt glanced at these children, but unfortunately there was not a single valuable girl among them,

"This, this, and these few, come out." He pointed to several girls and said.

There is no value, it can only rely on quantity.

"Grandpa, the village chief..."

The girls who were selected were very afraid of the strange tax official.

"village head!"

Hunter Allen looked angry.

"dad."

The eldest son of the village chief was very anxious.

Hearing shouts, the village head made his last effort, "Master Tax Official, we believe in the God of Agriculture..."

"The tax paid by the God of Agriculture is doubled." Celt said the regulations formulated by the God of Cruelty without the slightest hesitation.

The blood on the village head's face disappeared completely, he lowered his head, and did not speak again.

Celt frowned, and went up to take the girl he had chosen out.

The next moment, he heard the wind that covered up all the sounds in his ears.

With a snap, the head in the gray cap fell to the ground.

Chapter 3: The Church of Agriculture intends to overthrow the Kingdom of Stryde?

The tax collector was killed!