But after thinking about it, he ultimately suppressed the thought.
Comparatively speaking, maximizing the value of this territory seems to be more important.
Su Qing thought of something and added, "If those farmers accept 10% of the land tax, then they and their families should all be registered and absolutely not allowed to leave the territory without the lord's order."
Su Qing's voice was very serious. He now regarded everyone in his territory as his wealth and would never allow his wealth to flow out of the country.
Old Sam nodded hastily, surprisingly finding the dragon more suitable to be the lord than young Lannick.
At least registering all the farmers was something that would benefit the territory, something that the two previous earls hadn't even thought of.
...
"Hurry up! You two foolish farmers!"
Otto, the head steward with the goatee, lay on a wooden board, shouting loudly, his legs broken and his left hand also broken.
He was thrown out of town by that wretched dragon. Although his fate was rather tragic, he managed to survive. He called out to two passing farmers and ordered them to carry him back to the castle.
Looking at the black castle that was gradually growing larger in front of him, Steward Otto cursed viciously, "That wretched dragon! When I get back, I'll tell the lord that he must lead the guards to kill that dragon."
"I want to eat his flesh raw and drink his blood dry."
Since everyone was inside the castle, there was no obstruction, and the two foolish farmers simply carried Otto, the chief steward, into the castle.
Otto continued cursing as he entered the castle, until he noticed countless strange gazes fixed on him.
He saw old Sam, the captain of the guard, a somewhat dejected young man in armor, two beautiful young women, a group of guards, some servants, the young count, and then he saw the dragon on the throne.
Their eyes met, and Otto's heart sank.
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