One week later.
Noon, in front of the mottled city gate of the Border City.
The tax officer bowed respectfully, "Good day, noble sir. Your team needs to pay a Silver Coin to enter the city."
That's really steep, even bringing a bit of animal skin incurs a tax.
Luo De, accustomed to collecting taxes, was already growing weary of paying them.
But in the city, Luo De could not lose his noble demeanor, so he waved his hand for Lawrence to give the tax officer a Silver Coin.
The main thing is that he couldn't afford to offend Marquis Cold Blade.
"Welcome to the city."
The tax officer, having collected the tax, smiled and gestured to the guards to let them pass.
Bowing respectfully to see Luo De's team off, the tax officer then began to harshly reprimand the team entering behind.
"What a snob!"
Lawrence couldn't help but curse.
In the past, when he brought caravans into the city, the tax officer treated him with the latter attitude.
