Shangri-La Hotel, as people looked at the notice posted on the door, they suddenly boiled up.

  "Yibi Li Si, ordinary room price increased to 300 black crystal coins per day? Robbery!"

  "Even sleeping on the floor costs 20 black crystal coins a day, it's crazy! Does Lord Yang want to drive people mad with his love of money?"

  .....

  Everyone was discussing and getting more and more agitated, they couldn't believe that after a good night's sleep, the rent had increased several dozen times. One by one, they gritted their teeth and cursed continuously.

  Seeing the crowd's excitement, thief Fenrist came out under Good's arrangement. "Brothers, this has nothing to do with Lord Yang at all. Look, it's clearly written on the notice that the rent remains unchanged, and the extra money is all taxes for the lord!"

  Taxes for the lord?

  Under Finrist's reminder, the angry people carefully looked at the notice posted on the door and soon began to discuss it.

  "It's really outrageous, collecting such high taxes!"

  "Yibi Liushi, it's all over! Not only can't we make any money, but the lord has even extorted our travel expenses!"

  .....

  After understanding the reason for the sharp rise in house rent, people were outraged and pointed their fingers at Lord Stov, who had suddenly descended upon them.

  As the fire was almost ready, under Gude's command, a mercenary-like warrior stepped forward: "Ibiris, this **** lord has been causing trouble since he arrived, and every day he comes up with new ways to collect taxes. It's simply impossible for people to survive!"

  "Right! If it goes on like this, nobody will make any money, and we'll all just have to drink the northwest wind!"

  "I heard that many of the Wind Whistling Mercenaries who camped outdoors last night were killed, and several sets of black heavy armor unique to the Bantu Empire were left at the scene!" a thief said in a low voice, looking around cautiously as he spoke.

  "Shh, keep your voice down! Not just the Wind Whisper Mercenary Corps, but also several other mercenary corps that were too stingy to spend money in Shangri-La have lost a few men!"

  "I heard that a small group of mercenaries and adventurers felt uneasy, tried to escape from Visen town overnight, but ended up dying halfway! A middle-aged man who looked like a down-on-his-luck mercenary glanced around cautiously before continuing: "Rumor has it that the new lord is not allowing anyone in or out, in order to eliminate any opposition. Anyone who tries to make a run for it will end up dead and unburied, just like the Rosians!"

  "Yibi Li Si, rebelled! They won't let us live, we won't let them be at ease either, fight it out with them!"

  .....

  Under the instigation of the malicious, people became more and more agitated. Good successfully sowed the seeds of hatred in the hearts of mercenaries and adventurers, only one spark was needed to ignite it.

  Just as people were cursing Stov's ancestors for eight generations, with a "clip-clop" sound, Triangle-eyed Midehart rode a fast horse to Shangri-La, "By order of the Lord, from today on, I will collect all income in Shangri-La. Those who disobey will be beheaded!"

  Looking at the angry mercenaries and adventurers, Midhart smiled coldly. The Shangri-La Grand Hotel was booming with business, and being the only one to collect the money was absolutely a lucrative job. Maybe after a few days of secretly embezzling crystal coins, he would have enough to keep another beautiful mistress in the Imperial City.

  In his excitement, Midhat ignored the angry glances of others. After forcing the Roes into the Trassen Forest, they had basically controlled the situation, and even if these mercenaries had any opinions, facing three thousand elite Black Armor Guards, they didn't dare to do anything.

  In the face of Mideharte's condescending attitude, people gritted their teeth in anger, wishing they could drag him off his horse and beat him to a pulp. But considering his background and the powerful Black Armor Army of the Bantu Empire, no one dared to make a move, seething with rage but unable to speak out. In the heat of anger, no one noticed that the inflammatory notice had been quietly torn down.

  "Sir, I only have a dozen or so black crystal coins left on me. Please be kind and let me stay in Shangri-La for a few more days. As soon as this chaotic period passes, I'll leave immediately!" Under Gude's arrangement, a poor mercenary knelt down in front of Sanjiao with tears streaming down his face, "Have mercy on me! My family has an eighty-year-old elderly mother and young children who are still dependent on me for food. Sir, please be kind and let me take refuge in Shangri-La for a few days!"

  "Huh? No money?" Midehar glared at the shabby mercenary, and without hesitation, he lashed out with his whip, "No money? Scram! This isn't a charity, get out!"

  After a miserable cry, the defeated mercenary stumbled out with his bloody head in his arms. Behind him, some people shook their heads sympathetically, while others gritted their teeth and stared at the arrogant triangular eyes, and still others silently wiped their gleaming axes with all their might.

  After the most pressing matter was settled, Mi Dehart smoothly received a large amount of crystal coins. As he walked out of Shangri-La with a smile, he didn't notice the pair of eyes behind him that were almost spitting fire, nor did he think that he had inadvertently become his own party's grave digger.

  Early morning in Weisen Town, a unprecedented storm is brewing!

  Miedhart completed the task smoothly, but his master Stov was frowning. For some reason, after just one day, the Russians began a frantic counterattack. They often took advantage of the darkness to launch surprise attacks on lone Black Armor warriors, using their local numerical superiority to launch frenzied attacks, and then quickly retreated before the Black Armor reinforcements arrived, disappearing without a trace.

  In just one day, he lost more than sixty elite warriors and three military touring magicians, with heavy casualties. As the small-scale conflicts erupted one after another, the number of wounded warriors was countless.

  Could it be that the other side has brought in a large number of reinforcements?

  Stov's head was as big as a bucket, and he thought the Russians were already unable to withstand another blow, so he could complete the task of governing Visen Town ahead of schedule. He couldn't understand how the Russians suddenly launched a large-scale counterattack, and even more incomprehensible was how the Russians managed to successfully ambush his solitary soldiers every time.

  Under the chaos of war, not to mention Stoff who suddenly parachuted in, even the townspeople who had lived in Weisen for decades didn't notice that some key intersections in the town suddenly grew several large trees. Even more unnoticed were the numerous fist-sized horned beasts that appeared on many of the trees.

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