Chapter 1060 What kind of leather is this?
"broken!"
Lilia, who was flipping through the account book of Weston Port, exclaimed and slammed the book shut. "They have collected taxes for two hundred years. The people here have become poor. There is no more money to be made."
Two hundred years later, taxes were collected, but the accounts were not even balanced. A large amount of funds were missing, and there were even countless bad debts.
For example, if thousands of tons of steel suddenly catch fire and melt in the flames, no trace can be found.
Or maybe it's an oyster that grew wings and flew away.
Lilia was furious after seeing these accounts. "I want to sentence this bastard who did the accounting to life imprisonment. These shoddy accounts are an insult to my intelligence."
The accounts do not even have items that can be balanced . It is more like evidence of corruption than an account book.
"I think we should not think about how to squeeze the oil out for now. Every aspect of this port is problematic."
Helena rubbed her temple helplessly. The long-term war had caused the port of Weston to change its flag from time to time, so that everyone who took over the port of Weston planned to make money as quickly as possible or make up for the losses.
Judging from the documents and data alone, due to the war and extortion, the number of merchants entering the port of Weston has dropped to a very low level. Those who remain here are either swindlers or those engaged in the slave trade.
Merchants are not fools. If there is profit, they can risk going to the gallows. But if there is no profit, no one will do business at a loss even if the geographical location of Weston Port is good.
"I finally understand why it was so easy to conquer this place. Those profiteers even used linen as cloth armor without even cotton, and used pig iron as steel. Why didn't they use shells as iron arrows? The Buck family is also a waste of money. They just collected taxes for decades and ran away with the money."
Lilia's voice was filled with anger, but it was unclear whether she was angry because there was no money to be made, or because the people living here were ruled by a bunch of bastards who only knew how to make money.
"What should we do next?"
This is the most direct and obvious problem. Even though the geographical environment is superior and looks like a gold mine, both of them know very well that they can't expect to do anything through the port in a short time.
Don't even count on collecting taxes. Lilia even said bluntly that unless you plan to collect [blood tax], don't take anything valuable from this place.
It may even require a lot of subsidies from Andel.
“Let this port [come alive]!”
Lilia gritted her teeth. She knew that Mo Cheng valued this place very much, so it was obviously impossible for him to give up this port. Even if it was a [negative asset], he had to keep it running.
But if you want to make Weston Port come alive, you obviously have to invest a large amount of money first.
The Seranis family still owes a huge debt to the [Money Church], so naturally they can only rely on Lilia to get money from the [Platform], or from her own small treasury.
"Woo woo woo, what a loss."
No one was surprised by Lilia's dragon-like obsession with wealth.
When people know that the guardian of this white-haired little girl is a dragon, or even the guardian of the dragon king, no one will find Lilia's behavior strange.
But they always turn a blind eye to the person involved, or the dragon in question, Mo Cheng.
Even though Mo Cheng's life was almost as poor as that of an ascetic monk, people could not think that Lilia's obsession with wealth was an accident.
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On the other side, Mo Cheng did not stay with Lilia and Helena.
After giving the speech, establishing the [Law] with the people, and leaving the management of Weston Port to Lilia and Helena, Mo Cheng disappeared mysteriously.
No one could find him.
Lilia, the younger sister, can't do that.
Even Helena, who was in a [Contractual] relationship with him, was not allowed to do so.
Those cultists hiding in the dark had neither the qualifications nor the ability to find Mo Cheng's whereabouts.
Even though their people are already distributed in various industries and every corner of Weston Port.
"It seems that the evil god who wants the ocean priesthood is quite powerful."
Mo Cheng stood at the highest point of Weston Harbor, looking at the scenery, or rather, looking at the state of Weston Harbor from another perspective.
In his eyes, Weston Port is filled with greed for wealth, the smoke of war, the hatred formed by the turbulent society, the black law, and the ever-present touch of scarlet.
There was even a plague starting to spread in this area.
Even inside the city, Mo Cheng could smell the stench of decay that was like a mass grave.
To be honest, with so many elements piled together, it would definitely give birth to something dirty.
Coupled with the possibility that the cultists might be causing trouble in secret, Mo Cheng raised the degree of dirtiness of the "dirty things" he imagined in his mind a few points higher.
There's no point just dealing with the cultists.
Mo Cheng is very clear about this. The environment of this world, coupled with the social unrest at the moment, will unlimitedly breed cultists who are desperate and throw themselves into the arms of evil gods.
It is not his job to deal with cultists either; that would be a waste of his talent.
To deal with it, we must deal with the root cause and deal with the evil gods behind the cultists.
The first step is to find out the information about the evil god.
This did not pose a problem for Mo Cheng. He suddenly appeared behind a cultist who had recently joined the evil god's embrace.
At this time, the cultist was raising a dagger as a symbol of sacrifice to his wife and two daughters, in order to complete a sacrifice to please the evil god.
Then he felt a hand pressing on his back, followed by a tremendous force surging like a tsunami.
The powerful and overbearing force completely blasted the cultist into pieces, and a large amount of red juice that was blasted into juice flowed out from the hole in his body.
In just less than half a second, the cultist had turned into a complete human skin, and the contents inside were all blasted out by that palm.
Mo Cheng rolled up the human skin and put it on his body. He turned into a cultist, exactly the same as the one in the cult.
Mo Cheng's own [Seventy-two Transformations] is enough to transform into the appearance of a cultist, but he still needs to take a layer of insurance.
The slight breath emitted through this layer of human skin is disguised as the power of faith in the evil god.
After transforming into a cultist, Mo Cheng glanced at his tied-up wife and two daughters, then reached out and scooped up a handful of red liquid - that was the blood and flesh juice that had just been blasted out of the cultist.
Then the holy light began to interfere with the composition of matter, causing the blood in his hands to slowly solidify and condense, and finally formed three human heads with their eyes open, as if they had just died in great torture.
Those were the heads of the cultist's wife and daughter.
The cultist's token of allegiance was thus created.
After finishing these things, Mo Cheng glanced at the three people and disappeared .
He just left a message in the air, "Someone will come to rescue you later, don't tell anyone what you saw."
Five minutes later, Andel's surgically enhanced soldiers broke into the room and quietly took the mother and daughter away secretly.
