"My lord, why did we just give them so much money?" Dismas rode beside him, noticing that the money given just now far exceeded the city entrance tax.
"If you don't give it to them, they'll delay you by searching through the goods for half a day. If you encounter greedy ones, they'll find an excuse to confiscate your goods. In the end, you still have to pay, and even more so. Giving them money now at least leaves a good impression. The cost of dealing with a small squad leader and a bureaucrat is not the same."
Lance said faintly, encapsulating the intricacies, which were all relayed to him by Walter.
Otherwise, how would an ordinary person like him have such experience?
"Let's go; we need to settle down quickly. Everyone needs to rest." Lance wasted no time and hurriedly looked for a place to stay.
「...」
Inside the Walter Conglomerate's quarters, an argument was erupting.
