"Your Excellency the High Priest, I must refuse." Wu Lai explained, "It is undeniable that the title of disciple is very tempting, but in fact, it is also a shackle that represents peace. After wearing it, my goal in life, Wu Lailindo, will only be to make money. I don't want this. I long to gallop on the battlefield, and I hope that I can become a hero that can be praised by the Assyrians for generations. That is the meaning of a nobleman's existence."

"Wulai, I admire your ambition, but this reward is the highest honor the temple can give. Believe me, if we don't fight for it, the temple will at most give us a small amount of money. According to the rules, it will not exceed one thousand gold coins." Mikoyan reminded, "I can't stay in Seneca City forever, but Doji is different. His family has lived in Seneca for hundreds of years and will continue to live there."

Wu Lai shook his head firmly. "I believe that the future of the High Priest is bright. Similarly, I also believe that when the High Priest is honored in the future, he will not forget me, Wu Lailindo. That is why I chose to ask you for asylum. That is why I chose not to be called a disciple. Your Excellency the High Priest, the influence of the Assyrian Temple is shrinking day by day, and the pressure that the Noble Council can exert on the Senate is increasing. Seneca City is fine, but in other large city-states, the powerful nobles have their own troops and continue to erode and divide the interests that should belong to the Temple, and continue to challenge the bottom line of the Temple. However, has the Temple made any counterattack for this? No, the Temple is giving in. The Noble Council is pressing step by step, and the Temple is giving in step by step. Why is this so? The reason is simple. These nobles cannot feel the glory bestowed by the god Amon. In their eyes, there are only jewelry, gold coins, real estate, fields, and slaves. They feel that material things can make them happier."

"But I don't think so. I believe in the gods devoutly, because without them, I would not be here." Wu Lai stared into Mikoyan's eyes, "Your Excellency the High Priest, the temple can only stand at the top of Assyria forever if it is maintained by nobles who share the same thoughts as me. As for me, I need to climb up step by step, seize wealth, weapons, and positions, and dominate one side. Only in this way can I fight for the glory of God Amon when the temple needs me!"

"Wulai." Mikoyan's eyes were filled with disbelief. "Please tell me, who trained you? Is it your father?"

"No." Wu Lai stood up from his chair. "It is the god Amun, Your Excellency the High Priest. Whether you believe it or not, I can be absolutely sure that I, like you, am a messenger sent by the god Amun to Assyria. Metaphorically speaking, if the priests are rain and dew, then I, Wu Lai Grindo, am the whip of the god Amun."

Whip? How can I call myself a "whip"? Wu Lai was stunned for a moment with a serious face, and quickly added: "The whip of thunder and fire that punishes heresy and disrespect."

Mikoyan was stunned. In addition to surprise, Wu Lai gave him some admiration and a hint of fear today.

Wu Lai turned away with an indifferent look on his face, but he placed a small stack of papers on the chair and said, "Your Excellency the High Priest, if I were not appointed by the god Amon, with my wisdom, the nobles of the Assyrian territory would also be vying to make friends with me."

Mikoyan frowned, picked up the small stack of papers on the chair, slowly spread it out, and then he was stunned again.

"Could it be that he really is..." Mikoyan said to himself.

The next day, a big news broke out in Seneca City - last night, the high priest Mikoyan led the twelve priests of the temple to the archon's residence where a banquet was being held, and reprimanded the tribune Doji in front of the archon and many nobles at the banquet, and warned that no one was allowed to interfere in all affairs of the temple. He then left, and even ignored the archon Anthony's attempts to retain him. The embarrassed expression on the tribune Doji's face had not faded until the end of the banquet.

"This Mikoyan is not bad." Wu Lai curled his lips and said when he heard the news from Gauguin.

Gauguin was startled, thinking that Master Wu Lai actually dared to address the high priest by name. Isn't this too bold? "Gauguin, ask Hippo to prepare some fruit, wine or something, immediately." Wu Lai ordered while wiping his sweat with a towel.

"Okay, Master Wu Lai." Gauguin answered, muttering to himself, why did the master prepare wine and drinks shortly after breakfast? After a while, Gauguin understood.

The arrival of the temple's high priest shocked the slaves in the Baishi Building, and their admiration and fear for their master Wu Lai increased significantly. However, if they knew what their master talked about with the high priest, their admiration and fear would probably increase even more.

Of course, they had no way of knowing because there was no third person present when Woolley and Mikoyan talked.

"Wulai, for your sake, I scolded Doji in public, and I also promised you that as long as I am in Seneca, he will never dare to approach you again." Mikoyan said with a smile.

"Your Excellency the High Priest, you are not helping me out, but adding fuel to the fire." Wu Lai sighed and shook his head, saying, "Originally, there was still a possibility of friendship between him and me, but you have ruined it all."

"You can say these words in front of others." Mikoyan laughed and took out the small stack of papers that Wu Lai threw on the chair yesterday. "What I want to know is how you did it."

"Secret." Wu Lai leaned back and changed to a more relaxed sitting position. "Its efficiency is a thousand times that of hand copying."

"Really?" Mikoyan exclaimed in delight.

"Of course it's true." Wu Lai rolled his eyes. "It's just a little expensive. A complete divine book has nearly a thousand sentences and more than ten thousand words. If you calculate it this way..."

Wu Lai pretended to calculate in his mind, but Mikoyan could not hold back: "About how much?"

"Excluding the paper, four silver coins," Woolley replied.

"How can this be considered expensive?" Mikoyan couldn't help but stood up and said, "Tell me, can you really do it?"

"Of course. How big of a difference can there be between one copy and one book?" Wu Lai asked.

"That's great, that's great, Wu Lai, you are indeed the favorite of God Amon." Mikoyan patted Wu Lai's shoulder excitedly.

"Do you know how much I paid for this? I'm too lazy to calculate with you." Wu Lai curled his lips and said, "This is purely for you, but I have to remind you first, if you make money from this, God Amon will definitely be unhappy."

"The sale of the divine canon is not allowed, so even if I want to make money, I can't." Mikoyan smiled and suddenly frowned, "Wait, this technology will definitely attract the interest of the temple. If, if..."

"Don't worry about it. I have a way to let you enjoy this achievement alone. Of course, after you have eaten and drunk your fill, I will also have to make some money." Wu Lai said with a smile.

Migoyang frowned, pondered for a moment, and then smiled: "Wulai, Wulai Grindo, you are a profiteer, do you know that?"

"How dare you say that, my high priest? Think about it, soon you will be the fastest high priest in spreading the divine scriptures in the Assyrian territory. By the way, this will not make you leave Seneca City early, right?" Wu Lai asked.

"The high priest has a term of office. Even if I am not re-elected, I will have to stay here for at least four more years," Mikoyan replied.

"You've already served two terms here, right? And you want re-election?" Wu Lai frowned.

"If there is no higher position, it is better to be re-elected." Mikoyan smiled and said, "Tell me, what can I do for you?"

"You just need to pay on time. The raw materials needed to make the divine canon are too expensive, musk, borneol..." Wu Lai counted on his fingers.

"I've heard all this. Your butler went around the city making acquisitions a few days ago, but I didn't expect it to be used for this," Mikoyan replied.

"What else can I do with it?" Wu Lai asked, and then continued, "Your Excellency the High Priest, I am helping you with this matter with manpower and material resources, so there must be no interference. In addition, the cost of one book is set at five silver coins. In this way, I can earn seven or eight silver coins for every hundred books I make. You know, I also have a lot of slaves."

"No problem." Mikoyan nodded with a smile.

"Please accept my respect for your understanding and tolerance." Wu Lei stood up and handed Mikoyan a glass of wine. "I, Wu Lei Glindo, am willing to share honor and disgrace with His Excellency the High Priest."

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Mikoyan smiled and took the wine glass. "People are saying that we are close friends regardless of age difference. There are even some evil and dirty sayings. But in my mind, we are on the same platform. There is no difference between high and low."

The fact that you can say this proves that you are not only smart, but also very conscious. As Wu Lai thought this, he gently clinked his glasses with Mikoyan and said, "It's an honor."

"Raise the price of each book by one silver coin. I can apply for subsidies from the temple in this regard. Just consider it as a small token of my appreciation to you." Mikoyan said seriously before draining the wine in his glass.

"Thank you." Wu Lai's smile became even wider. "I promise that my glory will be half yours."

Mikoyan burst into laughter.

While Woolley and Mikoyan were drinking and chatting happily in the White Stone Building, Mrs. Leah was so nervous that she was about to cry because a group of uninvited guests came to Greendo Manor.

The people who came were tax collectors, all sixteen tax collectors in the city of Seneca.

The leader was called Bosao, Doji's second butler, who was responsible for Doji's food, daily life and some "extras".

Obviously, Doggie wanted to save face in this way - since it is not possible and appropriate to disturb you, Wu Lai, then I will disturb your backyard and relatives, make you upset, make you sick, and make you upset. All your workshops and residences are protected by the temple, and Greendo Manor cannot be under the protection, right?

Mrs. Leah was very frightened because she could see who was behind these tax collectors and could guess what purpose they wanted to achieve.

After trying her best to maintain her dignity and dignity, Madam Leah forced a smile and asked Boshao, "Butler Boshao, may I ask..."

"Don't ask, you will know soon." Bo Shu smiled coldly and waved his hand gently. A tax collector walked quickly from behind him to Mrs. Leah, opened a notebook and read aloud.

"In the 122nd year of the Julian calendar, the wheat harvest at Grindelwald Manor was 6,215 dan. The owner of the manor, Leah, deliberately lied and claimed that the harvest was poor. She owed a total of 125 silver coins. According to the provisions of the code, she was fined tenfold and had to pay the full amount within three days..."

"In the 122nd year of the Julian calendar, the corn harvest at Grindelwald Manor was 1,402 dan. The owner of the manor, Leah, deliberately lied and claimed that the harvest was poor. She owed a total of 59 silver coins. According to the provisions of the code, she was fined tenfold and had to pay the full amount within three days..."

"In the 122nd year of the Julian calendar, the grape harvest at Grindelwald Manor was good. In addition to the portion she kept for winemaking, the owner of the manor, Leah, earned a total of 2,000 silver coins from the sale. According to the law, she had to pay a transaction tax of 120 silver coins. The owner of the manor, Leah, deliberately concealed this transaction and evaded taxation. According to the provisions of the code, in addition to confiscating her gains, she was fined three times the amount and had to pay the full amount within three days..."

"According to investigation, between the 119th and 22nd year of the Julian calendar, the two shops in Glyndwr Manor owed a total of 1,977 silver coins in transaction tax. According to the provisions of the code, a fine of ten times the amount was imposed and the payment was required within three days..."

"How is this possible?" Lady Leah managed to finish her sentence before her body suddenly went limp.

"Oh no! Madam has fainted!" The maidservant, who was quick to catch her, shouted loudly.

Bo Shuo snorted contemptuously and turned his face to the side: "Continue reading."

"Okay, Steward Bosao." The tax collector smiled and read aloud again, "Julian calendar year 122, Grindelwald Manor..."