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Chapter 470 - 278 New Farming Method (Part 2)_1

:i>Dsipgex .1;&8Chapter 278 New Farming Method (Part 2)_1

Faced with this little clever ghost’s suggestion, players once again pondered and discussed in the forum and ultimately realized that the idea was highly feasible.

It had previously been confirmed by the players that the world of “Princess Dungeon 2” is connected to that of “New World”.

They are on the same planet, and if it weren’t for the surrounding Shadows making travel inconvenient, they could easily hop from one place to another.

So, hiring adventurers to kidnap nobles should be no problem, right?

Upon learning the players’ thoughts, the still-bound captain said helplessly, “Do you know how many guards those nobles have? Yes, I know you Angel Envoys made a big fuss in Yifate, I know you overthrew the noble rule in Yifate, and I know you’re busy saving the world, but can you not send us off to die?”

“We’ll pay more.”

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“...Below level six shouldn’t be a problem, I guess.”

“We’ll also provide equipment.”

“Then those below level four should be manageable.”

“We will also build the world’s best entertainment facilities, we will try to brew the best wine, create the biggest bars and casinos, and offer the most entertainment devices. You can even play the best poker games, given we have lots of poker experts.”

By the captain’s side, the dungeon began to grow wildly, which signified that his desires were sprawling unrestrained.

Swallowing hard, the captain said, “All the nobles. I guarantee, I will bring over all the nobles I lay my eyes on. If I can’t manage it, I’ll invite people I know, and they’ll also help capture the nobles.”

“Pleasure doing business.”

“Pleasure doing business.”

With their arrival, unrest inevitably erupted. These nobles, accustomed to exploiting the lower classes, did not reflect on their actions but just found excuses to impose more taxes to support their private armies.

The awakening of the Demon God was something everyone saw; the floating image of the Demon God in the sky was evidence that doomsday was drawing near, yet the nobles did not hold back.

They continued their rampant extortion and lived recklessly with the thought that even if the sky fell, they would still collect the taxes they believed were due.

The people of the Mining Town already lived near the poverty line; the excessive taxes and levies pushed them to the brink of rebellion, which ironically made the nobles believe even more that taxing to establish their own armies was a logical thing to do.

Upon arriving here, the captain was first to discover that the townspeople were no longer speaking.

They rushed through the streets with urgent expressions, and whenever they saw each other, they would only exchange glances before immediately departing.

Wanting to grab someone to ask what was going on, the captain was immediately shaken off by a man who then pointed toward the town center before hurrying away.

Baffled, the group went to the town center and then understood why everyone was in such a rush.

At the entrance of the town center, a large notice was posted:

[Effective today, a language tax will be imposed. For every word spoken, one must pay a copper coin to the level five noble Derayle.]

Just after reading these words, a tax officer appeared beside the captain out of nowhere.

He politely removed his hat and placed it in front of the captain, “Would you kindly pay the tax?”

“What tax?” the captain asked in surprise, then begrudgingly dropped a copper coin into the man’s hat.

“Not enough,” the man continued to smile, then pointed at the second notice.