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"Marquis Ivan! I know that you suffered heavy losses due to the harassment in the north, but this is not the reason why you refused to provide relief!"

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Avril's beautiful brows were deeply wrinkled, and she said to the indifferent young man opposite:

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"Your loss of the royal family can help you make up part of it next year. After the last Grand Duke of the North has returned to normal, I can also call the shots and ask him to compensate you, but now, please do what you should do as a lord! "

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"Your Majesty, are you being too lenient?"

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The gorgeously dressed young man tickled his nails and said with a smile:

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"If I remember correctly, the lords belong to the lord's private property. My obligation is to pay you enough taxes and send troops during the war. As for other things, don't you interfere?"

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Avril clenched her teeth when she heard the words, frowned and said:

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"I have no intention of interfering in your governance, but please take out the food I allocated before. You have the right to ignore your subjects, but those supplies were used by the royal family for disaster relief, and you didn't use it to make up for the loss. right."

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"Your kindness is really touching."

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The young man leaned back in the chair lazily and said lazily:

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"However, after I got the materials you allocated, I sent those things down as soon as possible, and unfortunately I can't return them to you.

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Well, if you regret it now, you can send someone to **** it back from those mud legs, and I promise not to stop it. "

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After hearing his words, Avril's face showed a hint of anger, but she did not attack immediately. Instead, she slowed down and asked indifferently:

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"Marquis Ivan, are you sure that all the supplies were distributed?"

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"Of course it is."

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The young man raised his left leg, put it on his right leg, and swayed rudely.

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"When I sent the supplies, I sent someone to emphasize it, saying that these were all squeezed out of your teeth.

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After hearing it, those mud-legged people were so grateful, they all knelt down and prayed, saying that they hoped that the true God would bless you with health and longevity. "

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"Papa."

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A bundle of bundled herbs was thrown on the table, turned around twice, and rolled in front of the young man.

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Avril said with a cold face: "Okay, this is the frostbite medicine I bought on the street for five times the price. Please explain, what is the mark of the royal workshop on it?

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In addition to herbal medicine, there are also cold clothing and food bags, all of which bear the logo of the royal family of Flange. Excuse me, why are these things that are supposed to be used for disaster relief being marked with high prices and appearing in shops? "

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Hearing this, Ivan raised his eyelids, glanced at the crumpled herbal bag on the table, and replied without looking up:

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"Then I don't know. Maybe you gave too many things. You find that you can't use up those mud legs, so let's just sell them."

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Avril said angrily: "I sold it to your store, and then bought it back at five times the price? Do you think..."

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"Your Majesty the Queen!"

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The young man with Erlang's legs crossed interrupted Avril, then sat up a little, and said with the same displeased expression:

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"If it wasn't for your bad relationship with the North, those barbarians wouldn't have the chance to come and loot my territory, and even eating all the food would not be enough to make up for my losses. I didn't hoard them ten times as much as those merchants did. The price is re-sold, it is already a face for you.

In my opinion, you better do your own thing! Wouldn't it be better to go north early, negotiate a good price with those barbarians, and drive them back than to trouble me here? "

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"I'm not trying to trouble you, I'm reminding you to fulfill your responsibilities as a lord!"

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Avril took a deep breath, resisted the urge to flip the table, and tried to persuade the young man on the opposite side from a different angle.

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"Marquis Ivan, although you can make a lot of money by doing this now, what about next year? What about the year after?

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If a large number of people die because of this, the future tax revenue of your territory will also be reduced. You may make a profit in the short term, but in the long run, it will cause greater losses than now. I hope you can be as rational as possible before doing things. "

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"Thank you for your reminder, but I don't think so."

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The young man smiled and said:

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"I have already sent someone to look at it. Most of the people who die now are too old and in poor health. They have no ability to pay taxes to me, so there is no need to hurry now.

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And when the time comes, I will take the initiative to lower the price to ensure that too many people will not die. This is my territory after all. If it really affects future output, I must be more anxious than you, right? "

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Glancing at Avril who was silent, the young man smiled again, and stretched out his hand to compare.

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"If you have nothing else to do, please leave, I'm very busy right now!"

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After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and took the parchment paper on the table, dipped a quill pen in red paint, and heavily drew red crosses on several names, then gritted his teeth and said:

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"Your Majesty the Queen, do you know? Those **** businessmen dare to violate my prohibition and sell food without permission.

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These greedy guys, once they smell the opportunity to make money, are like mice that got into the barn, their eyes are red, and they can't drive them away.

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"Is that all there is to it?"

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Looking at the dozens of carts half full of dissatisfaction behind him, William frowned and asked:

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"Is it the merchants who refuse to sell? Joey, I have already said that now is not the time to be soft-hearted, and merchants who are still stockpiling grain at such a time are not worthy of sympathy themselves.

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In addition, those merchants who are robbed of food by us may not die, but every bite of food here, every piece of cotton-padded coat, may save the next person's life. "

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"Lord William, it's not that I'm soft-hearted, it's that there is really only so much food."

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The dark-skinned boy Joey shook his head and said sincerely:

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"Those merchants are actually all right. Except for a few people, I heard that you are willing to use the commercial tax as a guarantee and pay double the market price. They all quickly handed over the grain, but the grain in their hands seems to be real Not much."

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Running out of food? Should not be ah.

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After hearing Joey's answer, William couldn't help frowning.

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This is the only way to the Marquis of Ansa. After getting the news of the snow disaster and the war, any businessman with a little economic savvy should ship a large amount of grain and materials here. Why is there no such thing here? food?

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