:i>Dsipgex .1;&8Chapter 278 New Farming thod (Part 2)_1
Faced with this little clever ghost’s suggestion, players once again pondered and discussed in the forum and ultimately realized that the idea was highly feasible.
It had previously been confird by the players that the world of “Princess Dungeon 2” is connected to that of “New World”.
They are on the sa planet, and if it weren’t for the surrounding Shadows making travel inconvenient, they could easily hop from one place to another.
So, hiring adventurers to kidnap nobles should be no problem, right?
Upon learning the players’ thoughts, the still-bound captain said helplessly, “Do you know how many guards those nobles have? Yes, I know you Angel Envoys made a big fuss in Yifate, I know you overthrew the noble rule in Yifate, and I know you’re busy saving the world, but can you not send us off to die?”
“We’ll pay more.”
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“…Below level six shouldn’t be a problem, I guess.”
“We’ll also provide equipnt.”
“Then those below level four should be manageable.”
“We will also build the world’s best entertainnt facilities, we will try to brew the best wine, create the biggest bars and casinos, and offer the most entertainnt devices. You can even play the best poker gas, given we have lots of poker experts.”
By the captain’s side, the dungeon began to grow wildly, which signified that his desires were sprawling unrestrained.
Swallowing hard, the captain said, “All the nobles. I guarantee, I will bring over all the nobles I lay my eyes on. If I can’t manage it, I’ll invite people I know, and they’ll also help capture the nobles.”
“Pleasure doing business.”
“Pleasure doing business.”
To assure the captain and other adventurers that the players were serious, the players imdiately printed so cards on the spot and taught the captain the universally loved ga of poker.
Once the captain picked up the basics, other card ga rules were introduced, making the captain exclaim how fun poker really was.
Having sent off the mildly addicted captain, the players knew he would not be able to stay away from this place.
What they needed to do was to continuously construct new buildings to make this place even more likely to stir up people’s greed.
Looking at the players who were enthusiastically re-planning the City of Judgnt, the Priests of the temple were silent for a long ti, then they found the old magician and Black Tech and quietly shared a glass of wine with them.
After finishing the wine, the Priest, emboldened by the alcohol, said to Black Tech, “You guys are really weird.”
After the captain and his group left the City of Judgnt, they started headed for the next city.
The world was shrouded in Shadows, and travel between cities had to rely on Holy Water, which made it exceedingly troubleso.
Even though the Priests of the City of Judgnt provided a large amount of Holy Water for free, it was still a hassle.
Holy Water took up space in the travel bags, and they had to carry enough dry food and drinking water, making each journey an extre endeavor.
But today was different from the past. The players generously provided so magical items, including a water bottle that poured an endless stream of fresh water and at pies that refreshed themselves every morning.
The two items significantly relieved the supply pressure on the squad, and because the at pies contained balsamic vinegar and lettuce, the balanced nutrition actually made them gain a few pounds by the end of their journey.
Their first stop was the Mining Town to the northwest of the City of Judgnt.
This place produced a lot of tals, but there was much dust, and the nobles usually disdained to co here. However, the current situation didn’t allow them that luxury.
Due to the upheaval in Yifate, many nobles fled and were forced to co to places they had once scorned, gathering forces to counterattack against Yifate.
With their arrival, unrest inevitably erupted. These nobles, accustod to exploiting the lower classes, did not reflect on their actions but just found excuses to impose more taxes to support their private armies.
The awakening of the Demon God was sothing everyone saw; the floating image of the Demon God in the sky was evidence that doomsday was drawing near, yet the nobles did not hold back.
They continued their rampant extortion and lived recklessly with the thought that even if the sky fell, they would still collect the taxes they believed were due.
The people of the Mining Town already lived near the poverty line; the excessive taxes and levies pushed them to the brink of rebellion, which ironically made the nobles believe even more that taxing to establish their own armies was a logical thing to do.
Upon arriving here, the captain was first to discover that the townspeople were no longer speaking.
They rushed through the streets with urgent expressions, and whenever they saw each other, they would only exchange glances before imdiately departing.
Wanting to grab soone to ask what was going on, the captain was imdiately shaken off by a man who then pointed toward the town center before hurrying away.
Baffled, the group went to the town center and then understood why everyone was in such a rush.
At the entrance of the town center, a large notice was posted:
[Effective today, a language tax will be imposed. For every word spoken, one must pay a copper coin to the level five noble Derayle.]
Just after reading these words, a tax officer appeared beside the captain out of nowhere.
He politely removed his hat and placed it in front of the captain, “Would you kindly pay the tax?”
“What tax?” the captain asked in surprise, then begrudgingly dropped a copper coin into the man’s hat.
“Not enough,” the man continued to smile, then pointed at the second notice.
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