Any soldier who is more motivated will not have the dream of becoming a general.

But the eldest princess prefers to treat them as direct killer troops and likes that they are protecting their castle.

But Roland's idea is different.

He believes that spirit and thought can be spread.

The sheep led by the heroic army will be very brave. Similarly, the generals who are loyal to the Great Princess and many soldiers brought out will gradually become loyal to the Great Princess.

Of course, there must be a prerequisite. The general's thoughts will not change. When a person's status and identity change, his thoughts will gradually change. This is an uncertain factor.

No one dares to keep someone loyal to someone forever.

But Roland doesn't need the general to implement the idea of ​​being loyal to the Great Princess for a lifetime, as long as it takes a few years.

In a few years, as long as the news is not leaked, it will be enough for Roland to build the base of the floating city.

After a moment of stunnedness, the middle-aged soldier looked at Roland with a faint smile on his face. After a while of silence, his face struggled, and finally gradually became solemn, saying, "Of course I do, all of us a hundred brothers are willing."

Roland nodded: "That's very simple. You are very strong, I can see that, so... I ignore what method you use, as long as you don't hurt the innocent, don't let the whole city fall into chaos, and put Judson and the five others under house arrest. Although they want to kill me, they are the people promoted by the eldest princess before, so they have to save face for her."

"I understand." The middle-aged man's eyes were bright, and there was a blazing flame called ambition burning inside: "What about after they were placed under house arrest?"

"I'll teach me?" Roland said for granted: "Of course, it's to accept their men and follow the orders of me and the eldest princess."

The middle-aged soldier suppressed his excitement and suppressed his slightly trembling body.

He licked his dry lower lip and knelt down on one knee again: "I will always be loyal to Your Excellency Roland and to Your Highness the Great Princess. This heart and love will not change."

Roland nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, go and act. After success, tell me your name."

The middle-aged man felt a stern, and he understood what Roland meant: If you don’t succeed, don’t come back yourself.

But in fact, this is just a wrong result of the ambitious person's excessive imagination of the superiors.

Roland simply didn't want to waste time anymore and let them act early.

After over-thinking, the middle-aged soldier, with a solemn expression and three-point tension, led his brothers to quickly leave the castle.

It was already evening. Roland entered the main hall of the castle, and several maids immediately brought the prepared dinner.

A few candles are lit on the long black dining table. The castle made of giant rocks is very cool during the day and looks particularly warm at night.

After all, rocks have a characteristic, which absorbs heat during the day and releases heat at night.

The dinner tasted good, and Roland ate a little slow while browsing the forum.

Not too long, the tax officer came in from outside, and there were several fat middle-aged men. They stood next to Roland, looking a little panicked.

On the way we came just now, they saw the group of elite infantry who had been staying in the castle operating, divided into five groups, and arrested some people in the city with murderous intent.

They have also heard of this group of elite soldiers, composed of master-level warriors, but because they have always been obeyed by the Grand Princess, and have not taken action for several years and have been staying in the castle, so gradually, they have forgotten the existence of this group of people.

After all, there is nothing threatening, who will think about it all day long.

So when this group of people moved, they were surprised to find that they had always underestimated the power of the eldest princess.

He also underestimated the determination of the temporary lord who had descended down.

"Sit all." Roland gently pushed the dinner aside and said at the same time.

Only the tax officer carefully pulled open the chair and sat down, while the other merchants were still standing.

They are big businessmen and very rich.

But in front of the nobles and in front of absolute power, their money cannot make their waists stand straighter, nor can they guarantee their lives and family safety.

Seeing their bodies shaking like terrified quails, Roland did not force them, and then said, "I come here and don't want to kill people, nor do I want to change the environment and pattern here. But some people don't want me to stay, so I have to do the best. As long as I don't object to me, things will be easy."

No one dared to speak, including the tax officer, didn't dare to look at Roland.

The dual identity of the temporary lord and the magician bring is quite powerful.

"It seems you welcome me very much." Roland laughed at himself and continued, "Tax officer, I want to do my job well and try to collect the taxes of this city for me. I will send more people to you. Remember, we don't collect more taxes, but we can't let others evade taxes. If someone refuses to pay, or dares to resist, you have the right to arrest them directly. If they are too fierce and dares to resist stubbornly, you can come to me and I will support you."

There are a lot of materials needed to build a floating city. If there is no stable fund to purchase magic materials, the construction progress will definitely be greatly affected.

So the second thing Roland did was to ensure the stable development of tax revenue.

The tax officer focused his head, then wiped the cold sweat from his head and said, "Yes, Lord Roland."

"As for you..." Roland looked at the merchants and found that their bodies were still shaking. He smiled and said, "Don't be so scared. As long as you pay enough taxes, I won't make things difficult for you."

As soon as these words were said, the businessmen's bodies shook even more severely.

Roland was stunned for a while, then sighed helplessly: "Sure enough, businessmen all died for money."

He understood that all of these businessmen were probably evading taxes. The housekeeper invited them to come over. These people were already thinking about it, worried about whether this was a Hongmen Banquet. As a result, when Roland saw them talking about taxes, he immediately thought that his affairs had happened. Now he said, "Die for money." He was so scared that Roland wanted to kill a typical person to establish his authority.

There were even two fat businessmen with water stains under their crotch.

"I'm here on the first day. As long as you don't think about me driving me away, I won't do anything to you." Roland thought for a while and continued, "But tax evasion is illegal after all, so I can't just go there. I decided to give us a chance. Within three days, go to the tax officer, pay the taxes, and pay the fine of 20% of the tax."

Roland patted the table lightly, and with a snap, a group of merchants were so scared that they all subconsciously shrank their necks.

"That's what my decision is, who agrees and who opposes?"

No one dared to speak out.

For some reason, Roland's last question sounded very gentle and had no negative emotions, but after listening to it, they felt that their whole back was cold, as if a cold wind was blowing hard on their waists and kidneys.

Cold sweat was flowing, and my waist was sore and painful, but no one dared to move around.

"Very good. Let's put tax matters aside for now."

After saying this, all the merchants breathed a sigh of relief.

Roland put a few pieces of paper prepared early on on the table, and then the butler picked up the paper and sent a copy to the merchants.

"I am a magician, and it takes a lot of materials to study magic." Roland's eyes paused on the tax officer for a while and said, "And you, just help me pay attention to these magic materials. If you find it, you will buy them back. I will purchase all the magic materials in this order at 15% of the market price. It requires quantity and quality."

When the merchants heard that Roland asked them to help buy goods, they relaxed a lot.

They could feel now that Roland didn't seem to have much malice towards them, nor did he have that kind of attitude towards being arrogant.

It felt like after walking around in hell, these merchants naturally did not dare to blow up the thorns with Roland, and they all expressed that they would definitely help Roland find all the magic materials on this white piece of paper.

Asking the housekeeper to send the merchants away, Roland said to the tax officer who was still sitting, "The money for purchasing magical materials will be withdrawn from taxes, but don't let this affect the development of Mortassos. In addition, how much is the tax on the territory every month? You have to make a list of the income and expenditure for me. Do you understand?"

The tax officer nodded repeatedly.

After the tax officer left, the middle-aged soldier returned. He and other elite soldiers easily captured five military officers and sent them to the main hall.

During the arrest, some troops saw their leader being arrested and wanted to resist, but they were suppressed without becoming a climate.

Seeing the five military officers tied up tightly, Roland was quite satisfied.

These hundred elites are as strong as he imagined.

At this time, Judson's eyes were covered with blood and red eyes. He stared at Roland tightly and roared: "Roland, you dare to do this. If I die, the royal city will definitely send someone to kill you too. If I let me go, I will leave myself."

For Judson, the identity of the royal bloodline may be the last talisman for protection.

It will never be used again.

But living is always much better than being a pile of loess.

"Send them to prison and remember that their food should not be too bad, and they must be kept white and tender to sell for the price." Roland smiled and said, "If someone comes to redeem them, each person will have to pay a hundred gold coins to take them away, otherwise they will have to be jail for two or three years."

Several elite soldiers immediately stepped forward and dragged away five military officers who had no ability to resist. Along the way, Judson could hear extremely angry screams and scoldings.

Roland looked at the middle-aged soldier: "It's done well and it's fast. Now you can tell me your name."

"Fauci-Doyle." said the middle-aged man in fear and fear.

"Fauci, take your men to completely accept the 'property' left by those five people," Roland stared into the middle-aged man's eyes, as if he wanted to see through the other person's nature: "Remember, I still say the same thing, more labor is more rewarding."
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