“Legins, we’ve been working together for a long time. I hope you’re telling the truth. I, Sarrier, don’t like being lied to!”
City Lord Saril exhaled a cloud of smoke, without even glancing at the human named Lykins.
"Your Excellency, even if you gave me ten times the courage, I would never dare to deceive you!"
"The tobacco fields inside the city are located to the east, and they use the same water source as the city. However, the water supply in the oasis has been decreasing year by year in recent years. In order to meet the water needs of the city's residents, the water usage in the tobacco fields has been greatly reduced!"
"As you know, after tobacco leaves grow, in addition to needing enough sunlight, sufficient water for irrigation is also indispensable!"
“Lykins, I understand what you’re saying, but the city’s residents have already paid their housing taxes, and I’ve already come up with ways to make hundreds of people disappear from the city every year. Aren’t you satisfied with this result?”
Lord Saril was clearly dissatisfied with Leggins' explanation. Although the profits from tobacco were tempting, the taxes paid by the city's residents were also a good source of income.
"My dear Lord, how could I be dissatisfied? It's just that the water level has dropped a bit this year. If we can reduce the number of residents by about five hundred, I believe that the quality of the tobacco leaves next year will definitely be restored to its previous level!"
After finishing his speech, Leggins bowed deeply to Sarriel, showing his genuine respect for the city lord.
Five hundred people?
Sarrier is still pondering the figure reported by Leigh, seemingly calculating his own earnings.
"Are you sure it can be restored to its previous level?"
"My lord, I guarantee that as long as five hundred men are missing!"
Leigh laughed, but it was a chilling laugh.
"By the way, could you reduce the number of Draenei under your command? After all, they haven't been paying my taxes!"
As soon as Shariel finished speaking, the Draenei standing next to Leggs became somewhat agitated.
"Lord City Lord, Lord Leggins, we had an agreement: we would provide our technology to help you cultivate tobacco, and you would guarantee our safety!"
Sizzle...
"ah!"
No sooner had the Draenei finished speaking than a piercing crackling sound of electricity emanated from the iron ring around his neck, followed by a painful howl.
"Karl, watch your tone!"
Leggins released a button from his hand and looked sharply at the Draenei named Karl.
"Don't get excited, don't get excited. I was just asking Leigh, but your technology is truly amazing. Take this iron ring around your neck, for example, that's your technology too!"
"You should talk to your people properly. As long as they work hard, my agreement with you will remain in effect!"
Lord Saril, his bloated face beaming with a smile, gestured for Lykins to be gentle with Karl.
Karl was about to say something more when a short figure walked in.
After seeing the dwarf's face clearly, Karl looked disgusted and didn't say anything more.
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