Tax Officer Nevsky was awakened from his mistress's bed by the horror of his servant, wearing a nightgown and holding an amusing whip to teach this unruly servant a lesson.

However, he pushed open the bedroom door and saw the chieftain and several masters of the elders, standing in his living room with a serious face.

It took some time to Nevsky to understand the current situation: someone violently resisted taxes! Alan, the captain of the tax team, was dead!

The great chief Flor, like his son Selfo, has used the imperial style name, comforted Nevsky, who was waving his short whip in a rage:

"Sir, I have sent someone to investigate the situation of other teams, and I think there will be a result soon..."

Nevsky was furious: "I want them to die! All those related to Alan's death! I want to kill them personally! I want..."

The chief looked at several calm elders' members, with helpless expressions on his face.

The captain of the tax team, Alan, is the younger brother of Nevsky's wife whom he married in the imperial capital. He was originally expected to go to the New World with his brother-in-law to make a fortune, but he never thought that he would leave his life here.

After a while, Nevsky calmed down and thought about how to solve the subsequent troubles.

At this time, he remembered his classmate at the tax official school, the fat Tom. He was a little envious of that guy. Although he was in a remote countryside, his life was stable.

With the influence of his wife's family, he got the most fat errand. After only three years of good life, his brother-in-law was killed by a tax-resistant mob, which would destroy his image and connections in his wife's family.

Now Nevsky must save himself and avenge his brother-in-law like a man from the Northern Region. This can probably save some lost points?

A retainer of a great chief hurried into the house and reported: "The great chief, elder... found out who killed Captain Allen!"

Nevsky immediately jumped up, rushed to the retainer, and asked, "Who? Where? How many of them are there?"

The retainer swallowed and looked at the chieftain, who quickly said, "Tell me quickly!"

"It is the third settlement on the North Bank. The leader is called Fox Bone, and there are about a dozen people."

Nevsky looked at the chief and said, "I haven't returned yet. You can lend me dozens of people first. I want to catch the one named Fox Bone myself."

The chief said, "Sir, wait for me to learn more about the situation. Snakeskin, how many people have you sent to investigate?"

The retainer replied: "Six people, the first one who reported the situation just now was the first one to come back."

"So no one else has come back yet? Did he see other tax teams?"

"He said no, but the news had already spread on the North Shore, and the fox bones were everywhere to promote the killing of the tax team."

The chief said: "Sir, I think the situation is still unclear. The news from other teams has not been sent back. I have some..."

Nevsky smiled and said, "Flor, you are too cautious. Are you worried that something will happen to the other twenty teams? It's impossible. How many extraordinary people are there in those sufferings in farming? I want to catch the fox bones and ask them in person to see what the situation is. Okay, you lend me the retainers, or the master of the elders' group is fine."

The chief Flor said with a bitter expression, "Sir! The elders' group cannot leave the city today. The high priest will hold a sacrifice in the afternoon, and all the elders will assist..."

Nevsky had a pair of eyebrows. He actually wanted the master to accompany him. Although his brother-in-law was a little weak, he had a guard at the peak of the stylist next to him. The brother-in-law died, which means that a guard at the peak of the stylist was not at ease. How could he not take the master?

"Do you want to protect your Sioux people? Why don't you sacrifice once a year, but you suddenly want to sacrifice today?"

The chief had to explain in a low voice: "Sir, it's a coincidence that the high priest received the oracle of the Lake God last night and asked him to hold a highest-level sacrifice at the Lake God Temple. We think that the fishing festival is approaching, and the Lake God may have something to arrange. Today I really can't draw out the Grandmaster to accompany us. If we don't wait for tomorrow, the other spies will also be informed..."

"No, if you delay for a day, those chaotic people may run away..."

In the end, Nevsky led a team of more than 30 people, including six sculpting players, and went out of the city to hunt down the rioters on the north bank.

By the afternoon, the other spies still did not come back, and there was no movement in the other tax teams that should have returned to the city.

While participating in the sacrifice, the chief was worried about the changes in the situation outside the city. As a Sioux, he knew more about his own nation than the tax officer Nevsky.

The living conditions of the lower class people who have been deteriorating over the years have often made him unable to sleep at night.

He was familiar with this brave nation and listened to the epic story of the Sioux unification of the plateau since he was a child; he knew that the Sioux had resisted the golden kingdom at its peak; he knew that the Sioux people who advocated bravery, dared to take revenge, hunted their heads and earned their merits, and did not fear death in the war.

If the Sioux people really start to resist with force, it will be a situation where wildfires will spread.

Now he can only pray that the tax officials can take his retainers to suppress a dispute so that he can leave office smoothly next year and take his family to the imperial capital to be a rich man. This volcano that erupts at any time will be left to the chief alternate to worry about.

After the sacrifice ended, the elders seemed to benefit a lot and exchanged their experiences with the high priest. However, the confusing chief had no benefits and hurriedly said goodbye and left.

Returning to the mansion designed by the famous designer Fayez, the chief Flor's mood became worse and the spy was speechless. Because the retainers and servants with a little strength were taken away by the tax officer Nevsky, the mansion seemed empty and quiet, and the chief also had to personally discuss the matter with his son Selfo.

The uneasiness continued until evening, and the city gate guard rushed over to the gatekeeper and came to the chief's house to report the situation.

"The bridge was occupied?" The great chief Flor felt a stern when he heard the news.

——What happened!

He rode his son to the city gate. On the city tower, the great chief Flor looked at the bridge deck. In the red light of the sunset, the entire bridge deck was filled with countless people.

Most of the people in front were riding horses, and more were walking behind them. Tens of thousands of people were boundless, and the chief could not figure out how many people were.

Everyone covered their faces with black cloth, and drew a white hook symbol on the black cloth, like a corner of their mouth, silently mocking them.

The black cloth could not cover their red hair, and he could be sure that the people on the bridge were all Sioux people.

——As a result, there was a riot!

A horse walked out of the crowd, and his body was thin. He rode his horse toward the city gate. With the acceleration of the war horse, the man swung his right arm and threw something into the city tower above the city gate.

After throwing it out, the knight pulled his horse and shouted in a slightly childish voice: "We are no longer bullied by the empire! We do not pay taxes! The Sioux people will never be slaves!"

Someone had already sent the thing that the young man threw up to the chief. With just a glance, the chief recognized Nevsky's head!

"No tax payment! No slave!"

"No tax payment! No slave!"
Chapter completed!