"Tax reduction by half? How is that possible? This shouldn't be! If taxes are cut in half, how will the lords, ladies, and young masters live? Sir, did you misread the order?"
The fat on the village head's face trembled, his eyes nearly bulging out as he reminded the knight in front of him.
Not to mention that he had been a village head all his life without ever hearing of a tax reduction order; even his father, grandfather, and great-grandfather had never seen a tax reduction. Can it really be reduced?
"What are you? Just a hog daring to question me?"
The knight, whose emotions had long been suppressed to the extreme, found an outlet for his outburst,
"I tell you, in the next quarter, if you dare to collect one extra copper coin, I'll personally hang you."
"No, I wouldn't dare."
