After five nights of trekking, the mad caravan finally crossed the wasteland and arrived at Motie City. This is the first human city on the land passage that leads the steel bones to the mainland. It was built by dwarves and was named Motie City at the beginning.

Built in such a place, and giving such a ghost name is self-evident, so it was demolished by the King of Steel Bone.

In the following thousand years, the place where it was renamed Moticheng was actually a market-like existence. The herdsmen in the wasteland oasis had interexistence with human villages and towns near Moticheng. A spontaneous market was built to prevent sand theft.

This was what Mobak saw when he passed by Motel City hundreds of years ago, but now he has come to this location again, and a huge mountain-like city wall shocked him.

The wall is thirty or forty meters high, almost connected with the mountains on both sides. From a distance, it looks like a flatter mountain range.

"When did humans build the wall like this?" Mobak murmured incredibly.

The steel bone collar cut off its connection with the human world for only three hundred years. In the past, there have been golden skeletons who went deep into the human world to drive corpses, so if there are any latest changes, the golden skeletons will bring them back.

Now that I haven't gone out for three hundred years, I have built such a high wall at the door? How could it be built so quickly?

For Mobak, three hundred years have been a blink of an eye, and a few sleeps have passed. If His Majesty hadn't been too troublesome in the past year, he wouldn't have lived so "full" in life.

Enrichment is one thing, but the concept of time will not be changed so easily. It is hard for him to imagine how humans could build such a magnificent city wall within three hundred years.

Just like a country that took 48 years to build a hydropower station and collapsed on the day the gate was opened, it is difficult to understand why the foodie country could build a seventh and eighth hydropower station on a river within 20 years.

In three hundred years, more than ten generations of human beings can die, but can’t they build a city wall?

However, when he looked back and thought about Luo Heng's road under the steel bones, he immediately accepted: "It may still be based on a lot of people."

The construction of the city wall forced Mobak to face a problem, how to get over it? If you don’t walk on Motien City, you must take a detour of three or four hundred kilometers from the coastal pass at the junction of mountains and oceans to enter the human world.

It is impossible to detour. Mobak pulled down the shadow cloak, appeared and floated to the front of the caravan.

The collective relegation led to a very serious problem. The undead creatures in the caravan could not withstand the fierce sunshine and had to rush to the road at night.

Although I used to hate the sun, the skeletons above the bones could not be killed by the sun. Now it is different. Even Mobak had to put on the shadow cloak that had been thrown away for a long time.

The late night travel brought another problem. In the middle of the night, the gate of Moticheng was not opened.

I stayed outside the city gate until the next morning when the caravan was discovered by the guards on the city wall. I quickly called the officers. The officer asked about the caravan on the city wall. After learning that it was a caravan, I hung a tax collector named Ande.

"What is your caravan's name? What goods are sold? Do you have a business license? Are you a tax payment record?" Ender's series of questions confused Mobak.

"Oh? Code? Books? What exquisite books, high-priced goods." Ander was not dissatisfied with the immortal horses of the caravan and the undead led by the team. Fur merchants often come and go in and out of the thorny wasteland, and caravans come and go from Rose Town from time to time. Undead creatures are not uncommon.

On the contrary, the exquisite books made his eyes shine. As a tax collector, he certainly knew the words. He could see at a glance that the value of such books was exquisite and convenient than pampered books, and it was lighter in weight. It would definitely be sought after by all the nobles and mages in the mainland.

Ander was so excited. As a tax collector, his income was linked to the total tax amount. The more tax he collected, the more bonus he received.

However, for a long time, furnishers and mineral fleets were furnished in and out of the wasteland, all of which were bargains. The highest value of a single piece was some of the top forging equipment produced in Qiangwei Town. However, those things were not in scale and the single piece was small in size. You could smuggle in any place and you could not get taxes at all.

Such a large number of books and high value are simply fat sheep delivered to your door, and can be unpretentiously cut off a layer of oil and water.

"Essential books with high added value, each with a tax of 40 gold coins. How many books are there in total? Ten thousand books? Just pay 400,000 gold coins."

Mobak almost spit out blood: "You dare to collect my taxes, do you know who I am? Wait, don't worry about who I am. If I sell a book of 60 gold coins per book, you will collect taxes for forty gold coins? If you also collect taxes for 10 gold coins, you will also charge taxes for forty gold coins? Are you robbing it openly?"

"Sixty gold coins? You old undead are dishonest. How many times more exquisite than pampered books, would you sell 60 gold coins? This kind of the same size is ten gold coins? Are you cheating? Be careful I will tell you to dump it."

"What did you call me? Old undead? Kid, didn't your mother teach you politeness? Did your father teach you that disaster came from the mouth?"

"What do you... want to do? Tell you old man, there are a bunch of crossbow arrows and magic bombs on the city wall aiming at you, don't... don't do it randomly. The taxes I ordered are all based on, and there is a law to rely on."

Mobak glanced at the wall and endured it decisively. Luo Heng arranged for him to follow the caravan to protect the caravan, rather than letting him attack a wall with a complete defense system.

Such a city wall cannot be broken without three or five forbidden spells, so there must be measures to defend against magic.

"Okay, tell me what basis is there and what methods can I rely on. You dare to charge for 40 gold coins for my ten gold coins. I have a price here." Mobak turned to the end of the page and pointed to the small words: Pricing for 9.9 gold.

"There is really a price, but the old man, it says it's ten gold, but who knows how much you will sell? There are a lot of people who want such books for 400 gold coins. Forty gold coins are one tenth, which is a very reasonable tax rate. Only border cities like Moticheng, which can have such low tax rates in order to encourage trade."

Ender's words are actually correct. It is impossible to tax products according to the manufacturer's price, and they can only be taxed according to the market price. Otherwise, if the manufacturer falsely reports the price, it will miss a lot of taxes, and 10% of the tax is not considered high.

As for selling something worth a hundred yuan to ten yuan, it is called dumping.

Ender has brought a bunch of laws, regulations, methods and other provisions to prove the rationality of this tax rate.

Mobak had no choice but to move out the King of Steel Bone: "We are a caravan with Steel Bone Collars. Do you have any thoughts on the consequences when you collect taxes on our Steel Bone Collars?!"

Ender curled his lips and looked dissatisfied: "Don't use the steel bone collar to fool people. Do you think you can pretend to be a steel bone collar just by being a dead soul? No one has come out there for hundreds of years, and maybe there will be no more."

Three hundred years ago, it was already the affairs of Ande's grandfather... Grandpa's generation, even the bones turned into ashes.

Of course, Mobak could not afford to pay tax for 400,000 gold coins. The only way was to return to the nearby oasis first, repay the King of Steel Bone, and let His Majesty make up his mind.
Chapter completed!