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She whispered to the tax collector of Batra, "This is Baron Surdak, the new commander of cavalry battalion."
The batra tax collector refused to say a word with his eyes closed tightly.
Someone was well-advised to move a chair to Surdak, who sat next to the tax collector of Batra and said to him lightly, "I don’t think you want to get Marco out of your mouth, so you are not so nervous, but the rope that binds you is a little tight. If you don’t treat it, your legs will slowly die. Only by sawing it off from here can you save your life."
Then he stretched out his hand and made a gesture at the root of Batra’s thigh.
Scared that Batra tax collector suddenly opened a pair of goldfish-eye-shaped eyes and stared at Surdak, trying to see some flaws in Surdak’s eyes.
A group of batra tax officials on the side were frightened when they heard Surdak say this.
Surdak said flatly, "I don’t think you want to die so much. I can help you in just the right way."
The batra tax collector lay silent in his cot.
Surdak didn’t continue to ask for a moment. The room was so dull that it seemed to be still. There were two wives of Batra, and the children around their mother were so frightened that their eyes were wide open that they kept trying to hold their brother’s hand.
Surdak got up and prepared to leave when batra tax collector just eyes a dark voice hoarse and said weakly.
"Please all go out and wait for a while. I have something to say to Commander Surdak."
When the tax collector of Batra said this, Mrs. luna swept her eyes around the room again, and everyone in the room went out and closed the door.
"Commander, what do you want to ask me?" The batra tax collector wanted to squeeze out a smile, which was uglier than crying.
Surdak looked at him without saying anything, so he kept staring at him until he was a little guilty.
The tax collector of Batra tentatively asked, "Can you really cure my leg?"
"Of course," Surdak replied, glancing at him
He turned the palm of his hand, and a flame was burning, and it kept beating.
The tax collector of Batra hesitated. He looked at his numb legs and asked tentatively.
"What do you want to know?"
Surdak was a little curious, and there was no specific problem. He dropped a holy light on Batra’s tax collector’s leg, and those swollen legs were swelling and fading at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Soon the tax collector in Batra felt as if several steel needles were stuck in the skin of his legs.
He cried out in pain.
"Be patient. You need to bear the pain of letting fresh blood pass through dry blood vessels again."
Surdak’s eyes were fixed on the palm of his hand, and the white light was constantly injected into the leg of Batra tax collector.
The batra tax collector took a deep breath, put his hand over his mouth and tried not to shout it out.
His face was flushed and his forehead was covered with sweat.
Surdak found that the therapeutic effect of holy light on swelling and blood stasis was more obvious than that on sword trauma, and even if the legs seemed to be dying, the holy light could heal quickly.
After a long time, the tax collector of Batra felt that his legs really regained consciousness, and the whole person was soaked to the skin, and he was too weak to speak in bed.
He is staring at Surdak.
Surdak chair to sit again and said
"I think you have access to the tax of Duodan Town, and I want to know only the real tax of Duodan Town. I have to find out who swallowed those materials in the warehouse of the Yugoslav capital guard brigade?"
Batra tax collector shook his head slightly and said
"There are not many armaments in the warehouse, and they have been taken out little by little over the years."
Then he gave a wry smile and said
"The last thing left is the last facade to deal with the chief of the quartermaster."
"You’re here to take over the Yugoslav capital guard brigade. It is said that you have a good background. Marco is going to transfer the armaments that finally belong to the town and take over the Yugoslav capital guard brigade for so many years. He may have forgotten that there is nothing in the warehouse, but he just can’t take out the things in the warehouse. He just did that and was caught by the mercenaries of the trading firm."
"I still want to come to the military supplies office recently to add materials to this hole … and do nothing."
"The mayor, he is worried that all the possessions he has worked so hard to accumulate over the years will be spit out and the money he has accumulated will escape."
Surdak felt that even the current annual income of Walvillage should not have more than 1,000 gold coins. What’s worse, it is next to the border town of Warcraft Forest. He asked, "Duodan Town doesn’t have more than 1,000 gold coins in tax every year, does it?"
The tax official of Batra shook his head again and said, "Actually, it may be a little more than this amount, but it is not as much as you thought. Many adventure groups are used to selling Warcraft materials to businesses."
"Marco didn’t want to take you with him?" Surdak asked curiously again
Batra glanced at the door with a sad face in her eyes and said, "shall we go?" Where can I go! Besides, my family is still here. Besides, although I know, I didn’t reach out. I’m just a small tax collector. "
Surdak came out of the hut.
Batra tax officials rushed into the hut eagerly, and it didn’t take long for the room to let out a depressed low shout.
Surdak said to Mrs. luna, "Mayor, you are not in charge of the daily chores in town these days. I think you will handle them well, right?"
"Of course I will."
Mrs. luna assured Surdak in the reception hall of the town hall
……
For Aung San, the town of Duodan has undergone earth-shaking changes every day these days, which makes him a little overwhelmed.
He walked into the entrance of the cavalry battalion, and the guard just nodded to him to let him go in quickly and warned in a low voice, "Go in and wait for you at the entrance of the commander’s building."
The military camp is not too big, and the small building is also very eye-catching. At a glance, you can see Surdak sitting on the front steps of the small building.
A touch of setting sun shines on his face, which makes the handsome face covered with a layer of golden light.
Although Aung San hesitated, he finally stepped out firmly.
"Commander, you wanted to see me?"
Aung San paid a tribute to Surdak.
Surdak like waking up from meditation twist a head to Aung San gently said
"The other day, take me to the forest of Warcraft in Inver cargill."
Aung San said brightly, "Oh, good."
In front of the building, the two men sat on the steps one by one and respectfully stood aside.
Sudak seemed to think of something and suddenly said, "Today, my Yugoslav capital guard brigade saw a young man named Latour who looks a bit like you."