All ministers thought that Manda was crazy. Longerson tried to persuade Manda to take back the decree, but Manda turned a deaf ear.


    It is said that there are three days for the court meeting, but Manda is not in the mood to listen to the ministers. He enjoys the sacrifice of the God of fire. The sacrifice process designed by guatel makes people happy physically and mentally.


    He summoned all the dancers of Wangdu and began the most unrestrained performance in front of the temple of Hephaestus.


    All craftsmen can participate in the sacrifice. Guatel buys sacrifices for them and pays for their wine!


    The craftsmen indulged in the temple. When drunk, they vomited outside the temple. After vomit, they returned to the temple and indulged. The whole King became a carnival holy land for the craftsmen.


    Hephaestus laughed and sniveled on Mount Olympia: "I want to go to earth."


    Aphrodite and Dionysus also sent blessings to the God of fire. In this grand carnival, they also gained a lot of faith. The business of wine merchants and girls is also very hot.


    Hephaestus looked contemptuously at Aphrodite: "do you want to marry me again? Please, it''s still time!"


    Aphrodite looked upright and said, "I''m going to be a queen. Our love can only turn into precious friendship."


    Hephaestus sneered, "if you want to climb me again in the future, you won''t have a chance!"


    Hermes is also watching the mortal world. He pays more attention to Manda''s crown than crazy sacrifice.


    "What does this little guy want to do? There are only more than half a year left. What else does he have to toss about?"


    "Maybe he doesn''t want to be a God," HEMA was annoyed when he saw Manda. "How can he be willing to live under people because of his great ambition?"


    "Can''t you do anything but ridicule your brother?" Hermes looked at HEMA. "How''s the slate going?"


    "Father, I found another stolen slate. Now, there are fourteen stolen slate and four unfinished slate."


    One more, only one more.


    "This extra piece should be the Lord of God''s punishment. In this way, madesa is the only God he made. No wonder he cherishes it so much."


    Hermes looked at the mortal world and saw Manda sitting on the throne of the palace, discussing political affairs with the ministers.


    "That''s good. The king should stay in the palace. It''s safest to stay in the palace."


    Ministers kept complaining about Manda''s new deal. If it went on like this, the granary would soon be empty.


    Manda didn''t think so: "just buy food from farmers with gold coins."


    "Then the vault will be empty."


    "I''ll do something about the vault."


    What can we do? Is there any way to offset the Kingdom''s tax burden for a year?


    The ministers complained, but the local lords applauded the decree. Just after the post-war famine, the Lords'' granaries and coffers are almost bottomed out. Now is a good time to recover.


    However, the northern and southern lords did not agree on the attitude of taxation.


    The southern Lord was familiar with Manda. He announced that farmers and craftsmen would be exempted from taxes, which meant that farmers and craftsmen could not be taxed. Of course, rent would still be charged for the leased land.


    Northern lords don''t understand that. They think that the king doesn''t charge them taxes, but they still have to collect the gold they should collect. They don''t have to be too tolerant to their own people.


    That''s what count chajiarov, the Lord of the golden light city, thinks. He thinks it''s not only necessary to levy taxes, but also heavy taxes. He hardly received taxes last year. This year, he has to take advantage of a great opportunity to earn money with interest.


    There are not many farmers in jinguangcheng, but he has the largest number of craftsmen in the whole ROM road country. Before the end of February, he shot at the craftsmen and was full of expectations. The craftsmen waiting for tax exemption received bad news. The tax increased by 30% over last year. The docile and honest craftsmen could no longer restrain their anger and had a fierce conflict with the tax collectors.


    Chajiarov has been Lord for more than 20 years. This kind of scene is more common. He led the guards to catch more than a dozen troublemakers, tied their whole family in front of the castle door and sentenced them to death, and asked all the craftsmen in Jinguang city to come to watch the punishment.


    He chose to execute at noon after the snow. The blood sprinkled on the dazzling snow will be particularly eye-catching.


    Moreover, we must kill the craftsman''s family, no matter men, women, old and young. He wants the people to understand that even if they are not afraid of death, they have to consider the lives of their families.


    Chagallov stood on the stone steps of the castle and said in a loud voice with an indifferent smile:


    "Swords and axes are against nobles and ropes are against civilians. You are not even civilians. You are more humble than slaves,


    At the most difficult time in Jinguang City, I worked hard to get you through the difficulties. How could you live today without me? But what did you use to repay me?


    Challenge my final tolerance for you with cruel injury, shameless betrayal, and your greed and stupidity! "


    While talking, a little girl waiting to be executed cried. Chagallov was ready to start with her first, not for anything else, but for peace.


    He took the long sword from the guard''s hand, looked down at the little girl kneeling on the ground, sneered and said, "don''t cry, don''t be afraid of blood, leave all your resentment to your stupid father, I let you die with dignity today, is the last kindness to you, is to prove me..."


    Bang! Chagallov''s sword fell to the ground.


    Fell to the ground with the sword and his fingers.


    "Prove what?" Manda wiped the blood on her finger. No one could see his figure. No one knew why he suddenly appeared next to chajarov.


    Chajarov turned his face hard. He had seen Manda and knew the crown on Manda''s head.


    "Your Majesty."


    "How dare you," said Manda with a smile, "no one else can live today without you. Only the gods dare to say such words. What do you call me, your majesty? Should I offer a sacrifice to you?"


    Everyone knelt on one knee and saluted Manda, except chajarov.


    He didn''t want to salute. The sharp pain of his right hand and the gushing blood made him lose his mind.


    "Who, come on, help me, help me..."


    "Don''t cry, how can such a wise lord be afraid of blood?" Manda quietly watched chajiarov roll around, and none of the family ministers and soldiers dared to come forward to save him.


    "He, they, they are rioters, they caused a riot," chagallov was still trying to defend himself. "I, I calmed the riot, I, everything I did was for the Kingdom and for his majesty."


    "For the kingdom? For me?" Manda laughed. "I issued a decree to exempt craftsmen from taxes this year. You not only resist the decree, but also dare to increase taxes. What do you think of my decree? What do you think of me?"


    Chagallov dared not defend himself. What else could he say? Said that Manda''s decree just made him not pay taxes, not make him not collect taxes? That would only make him die faster.


    Manda went to the stone steps, untied the little girl''s rope, smiled and said, "are you praying to Hermes, the Lord of the gods?"


    The little girl wiped her tears and sobbed, "I know that the Lord of the gods, one, will help us. I know my king will help us."


    "Well done!" cried Manda. "I''m Manda claudesai. I''m your king. I issued a decree to exempt craftsmen and farmers from taxes,


    I am your king, I am Manda Claude Sai, I guard your interests, I guard your life, I guard your justice!


    If someone hurts you, he is contemptuous of my majesty and the order of the kingdom. He must pay for it! "


    Manda pulled chajarov''s hair and cut off his head in a pig like wail.


    He raised his head, went to the stone steps and looked at the people of Jinguang city.


    "My king, Claude Sai!" a craftsman shouted at the top of his lungs.


    A group of craftsmen shouted together.


    All the people of golden light city shouted the name of Claude Sai together.


    Loud and clear shouts echoed over the golden light city.


    And the head in Manda''s hand will spread the cry throughout the kingdom.


    Claude is their king, Claude is their guardian, Claude is their God, Claude is their faith.