Chapter 60: When you feel sleepy, someone will send you a pillow!

"Master Ge, Master Greya, something bad has happened!!!"

Graya, who was looking for Lynn in the manor, suddenly heard the hurried voice of a maid behind him.

Looking at the other party's hurried appearance, Graya was a little confused.

"What's going on?"

Hearing this, the maid stopped panting and said, "Master Lin, Master Lin En and the more than 30 guards at the training ground, they are fighting!!!"

"Is there anything wrong with the guards?"

Graya was stunned and asked subconsciously.

After all, given that guy's personality, he would never take action unless he was sure he could kill them all.

So the first thing he was worried about was his own guards.

The maid shook her head repeatedly.

Seeing this, Graya's heart sank.

"Master Lin En beat up all his guards."

Beaten to death? Graya's scalp tingled.

What the hell, Lynn, what on earth did you do?!

Looking at the breathless maid, Graya subconsciously prepared to rush to the crime scene.

"He-he beat them till they cried!"

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Five minutes later.

"It hurts, it hurts oh my god!!!"

“It hurts so much I can’t stand it!!!”

“Help!!! Help!!!”

Looking at the muscular man rolling on the ground and crying in the training ground, Graya's expression was stiff.

What on earth was going on? He turned his gaze to Lin En who was standing beside him.

However, the other party just shrugged and said: "To be honest, I just punched each of them. It's time to replace your guards."

I don't believe you! Looking at Lin En's innocent look, Graya was furious.

"By the way, I just happened to talk to you about something." Lin En patted his shoulder, indicating that he should stop caring about these trivial matters. "I will attend the dinner with His Highness later. Tell me about Baile Tirvus."

Although Graya was confused, she put the matter at the back of her mind and rolled her eyes: "That's why I came to you."

"I don't know why, but my father suddenly sent me to represent the Augusta family at the dinner and asked us to go together."

"As for Duke Tyrvus, he is a legend in the army. It would take three days and three nights to tell you all about him. What do you want to know about him?"

Graya gushed.

Lin En pondered for a moment: "Do you know why he came to Orne City this time?"

"Of course it's for money." Graya shook his head. "The demon battlefield has been a little unstable recently. I'm afraid there will be another war in the south."

"And what is most needed for war is supplies. Therefore, Duke Tyrvus needs to raise a large sum of money to prepare for the winter offensive that may come in a few months."

Lin En was surprised and asked, "How is he going to raise the money? Just rely on this charity dinner?"

Since this plot was not mentioned in the original book, he still had only a vague understanding of it.

Although many nobles and celebrities from Orne and surrounding cities were invited to this dinner, some even came all the way from the imperial capital to meet Duke Tyrus.

But in the final analysis, the amount that can be raised is just a drop in the bucket.

Graya answered without hesitation: "Of course not."

"The dinner was just a test of the waters. The real purpose was to find out what the attitude of the nobles and the church was towards his next move."

"What action?"

"Tax collection." Graya pointed out the core of the problem. "Because Orne City and the surrounding cities are too far away from the imperial capital and there have been wars for many years, the empire has little control over this area."

"One thing that shows this is taxation."

"As far as I know, the Empire hasn't received sufficient taxes from these cities for several years. Most of them have been embezzled by local churches and officials, who have used various excuses to evade the issue."

"For example, some large churches have tax exemption policies that are exclusive to them. They have obviously taken a lot of money from the public, but they just don't give a penny."

"It just so happens that these forces are intertwined and have deep ties with the Imperial Capital, so we can't just act rashly."

After hearing such a long speech, Lin En was thoughtful: "So Duke Tyrus was troubled by this and had to come here in person?"

"That's right."

Graya nodded.

As they walked, they fell into a brief silence.

After a moment, Lin En asked curiously, "In your opinion, which of the many local churches is the most greedy?"

"That must be the Tianli Church." Graya answered without hesitation. "If you ask me, these people preach doctrine all day long, but they don't actually do any good things. They swallow up 60 to 70 percent of the people's money."

Tenli Church?

Isn't this a coincidence? Hearing his answer, Lin En's eyes lit up slightly.

Regarding the trial of the Witch of the End, I was worried that I had no way to break through, but I didn't expect it to appear before my eyes.

It’s really like someone will give you a pillow when you feel sleepy!

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Graya, who was standing next to him, felt a chill when he saw a familiar light suddenly flashing in his eyes.

Although the two had not spent much time together, based on his understanding of Lin En, this guy was most likely thinking of doing something bad to someone again.

"If. I mean if." After a moment, Lin En suddenly asked, "If a handsome guy from heaven can help Duke Tyrus raise this huge sum of money and severely crush the arrogance of the Tianli Church, what can he get?"

Graya glanced at him and said, "It is a great honor to have the friendship of the Tyrvus family and the favor of Her Royal Highness the Princess."

"After all, Your Highness has always wanted to gain the support of an elector."

Bart Leon's mansion in the northern part of Orne.

At this moment, a luxurious black carriage was parked on the wide road in front of the mansion.

A middle-aged man in elegant clothes was standing in front of the carriage, looking at the servants standing in neat rows at the door of the mansion.

"Still no news about that kid?"

"No, Butler Sherlock." The leading male servant glanced at him cautiously, "Young Master Lin En has never returned since he left the manor last time. Even if we searched the entire city of Orne, we still can't find any clues."

"Keep looking. They said they want to see the person alive or the body dead." The man known as Sherlock's butler snorted coldly, "Also, have you forgotten what I said before?"

"Don't call me butler. In this city, I am the spokesperson for Bart Leon Mansion. Call me Master!"

"S-Sorry! Master Sherlock!"

"Forget it, this won't happen again." Sherlock waved his hand in annoyance. "How's the other thing going?"

"Most of the Bartleron family's property in Orne City, including real estate, has been basically accounted for. Over the years, through various means, it has gradually become your private property."

Sherlock frowned: "It's not my private property, it's the private property of the Mosgra family. You must remember that after tonight, this mansion will welcome its new owner."

"clear!"

The servant wiped the sweat from his face.

Sherlock checked the time and realized it was almost time, so he spoke again, "Duke Tyrus has also sent an invitation to the Bartleron family. I'll go over to take a look and greet the lord of the Mosgra family. You guys take care of the house."

"Yes, Master, what if that boy comes back?"

Hearing this, Sherlock said calmly: "Beat him up severely and then imprison him."

The butler showed a hint of hesitation on his face: "But he is from Bartleron's family after all."

"The Bartlerion family? Where is the Bartlerion family now?" Sherlock sneered, "An old man who is unconscious, a useless person who was expelled from the imperial capital. Oh, and there is also an underage eldest daughter who is far away in the imperial capital. We don't know whether she is alive or dead now."

"What kind of storm do you think they can create?"

Thinking back to the young man who was completely defeated like a zombie when he first arrived, he couldn't help but shake his head.

The Bartlerons are doomed and there is no hope of a comeback.

If that guy knew what was best for him, he would have found a deserted place and died secretly.

In other words, I have a foresight and paid homage to the leader in advance.

Otherwise, you may also be held accountable.

According to the setting, the Bartletleon family has a small population and has been loyal for generations. Almost all of their bloodlines died on the battlefield, so they were unable to recover.

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