C9 This Grandpa Hey This Grandpa will Accept It This Grandpa will be Happy

"Come, Alisa, try this smoked sausage."

In the evening restaurant, the silver-haired girl obediently opened her cherry mouth towards Roya with a shy expression. The white teeth between her opened lips were in stark contrast. She was slightly raising her head, waiting for the delicious taste to enter her mouth. When he saw such an obedient Alisa, Roya smiled with relief. He then carefully reached out his hand to deliver the food.

"Awoo."

After biting hard, a big mouthful of food lifted Alisa's small face up. The delicious food exploded in her mouth as she chewed. The soup flowed along the edge of her lips to her chin.

Although the girl had tried very hard to swallow, there was still a lot of food that spilled out. Alisa's small face was red because of her indecent posture. Roya saw this and smiled. He picked up the napkin and carefully wiped her face.

"Elder brother... Sorry to eat so badly. I'll do it myself."

"It's okay."

Roya smiled and sped up his movements. Alisa lowered her eyes and blushed.

Favorability + 200!

Alisa, I love you!

Mr Roya's eyes opened when he saw the affability level. Within a short day, his attitude towards Alisa changed from fear to fanatical love. It was simply comparable to a fan chasing after a star, but what he did not know was... Alisa, who appeared to be calm and collected on the surface, was also developing towards a fangirl under his care and care. Her inner activities were exceptionally rich.

Elder brother is so gentle. He is even more concerned about me than father.

Her chest was so hot and she did not want to separate, but now, she suddenly acted very clingy. Would it be a little disgusting?

Alisa clenched her small fist and thought of the insults of the children who bullied her in the past. In fact, there were people who once expressed their curiosity to her and wanted to get close to her, but Roya was completely different from those people. Alisa's experience since she was young made her sensitive to the changes in other people's feelings. She could feel Roya's good intentions from the bottom of his heart.

Alisa wanted to open her heart. She had been lonely and alone for too long. She was like a person who was about to drown in malice. She desperately wanted sunlight and love. But now, there was a problem, and that was that time was not enough.

What if it was only because of his adopted sister's novelty? Just like how a newly bought toy would get bored sooner or later. When he felt bored, would he abandon himself?

Children who had experienced too much at such a young age still chose to keep some vigilance. She believed what her deceased father said. Love needed time to prove everything.

The silver-haired girl restrained herself, but Roya was unscrupulous. If it wasn't for the short time they had known each other, he would have hugged Alisa and rubbed his face.

It was too fast, really too fast. Alisa's favorability level refreshed like a rocket. It was as if smoke was rising from her butt into the sky!

And she was also very cute! Because its skin was white, when its face was red, it was especially obvious. At such a young age, it was very polite. It was simply like an angel!

Let alone sending him out, who would dare to snatch his head from me and chop off his head! In the worst-case scenario, Alisa could not have it. She must have it!

Roya firmly believed in Alisa's principle in his heart, and the feeding in his hands did not stop. Now that Alisa already had the bronze bloodline, she did not need to worry about her body size. Her bloodline determined that she would always maintain a perfect posture.

Without this concern, Roya could be said to be ruthless. He only stopped when Alisa shook her small palm to indicate that she really could not eat Roya.

But even after dinner, the young boy and girl were still reluctant to part. They chatted for a while until Alisa was so tired that she rubbed her eyes. Only then did Roya take the initiative to go back to the room to rest.

Marquis Katia did not come back tonight. This kind of situation had been normal in Roya's memory since last year, so both he and the servant were not surprised.

After two hours of reading after dinner, Roya's body finally started to feel sleepy. With Anna's help, he climbed onto the top of the bed and buried his body deep in the bed.

Too many things had happened today. He recovered his memory. Meeting Alisa, the application of the system, as well as the future crisis and planning. Even an adult would be exhausted from so many things, let alone a body like this.

Roya, whose brain and body were overdrafted, quickly fell asleep. Anna, who was standing by the side and waiting for orders, was about to withdraw when she saw this. However, she suddenly remembered what happened during the day. She carefully observed the young boy's cute sleeping face. She recalled the changes that had happened to him on this day.

Favorability + 50

"Just a little longer."

She muttered to herself and quietly left the room.

One. A month later, in the outskirts of Alucard City, there were people crowding in front of the lord's mill.

Under the sun, Old Kent, who was working, saw people gathering in front of the mill. He immediately threw down his sickle and picked up his pants. He picked up a bundle of magic wheat and ran forward at a speed of a hundred meters, like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey. As he ran, he shouted at his son who was also working.

"Bill, stop messing with that stupid donkey of yours, quick! Call your mother to help me transport the food. The mill is open!"

Old Kent did not speak much. He kicked his son, who was feeding the donkey, and continued to charge forward. However, Old Kent could not be blamed for being impatient. There were too many competitors.

Looking down from the sky, there were at least dozens of people running over from afar with wheat in their arms. Their starting points were different, ranging from far to close. Old Kent did not have the advantage.

Damn it, wasn't Old George crippled next door? Why was he running so fast? And that Anthony, how much wheat is there in your house? What the hell are you running for?

Old Kent, the marathon runner, frowned as he watched the battle. He felt that he might need to show his true abilities today. Otherwise... he would not be able to pay the tax today!

That was right. Old Kent, including the crippled George in front, Anthony on the left, and dozens of young and old men running behind him, were running around desperately for the sake of paying the tax!

How could the peasants pay the tax? This problem was very complicated in a few regions, but it was very simple in most of the agricultural regions, which was to pay for food.

Of course, it could not be directly carried out from the land. Instead, it was carefully processed grain, and the specific process was to send wheat to the lord's mill to grind into powder. Then, it would be directly handed to the Lord's tax collector according to the ratio. The tax collector would take out a small notebook and put a hook in front of your name. This year's tax was considered to have been paid.

If it were in the past, there would be people in front of the Lord's Mill during this harvest season. But they would never be able to line up. But this year... The farmers who paid their taxes really hated their parents for giving birth to two legs. They squeezed their heads and ran to their deaths.

The reason was none other than the newly appointed Floating Tax Officer in Alucard Territory - Roya Alucard.

Roya Alucard, Marquis Alucard's only son, the young master of the Marquis Mansion. He was only nine years old. When he heard that a nine year old kid had become a tax collector, ... Old Kent had once looked down on him and thought that it was just a new trick of a nobleman. But very quickly, some news made him unable to sit still.

The source of the news was from the farmers who happened to pay their taxes that day. There were two in total.

First, when Young Master Roya was a tax officer, the lord's mill did not need farmers to personally push the mill!

Usually, to prevent the farmers from keeping their taxes, the wheat had to be ground on the spot. This process was mostly manually driven. Of course, those with good conditions and donkeys could also go up. However, when the donkeys were brought over by the villagers, it was inevitable that the donkeys would be used by the public. Moreover, most of the farmers did not have the conditions. They could only push it on their own.

As for how tiring it was to push the donkeys, it was really hard to explain in a few words.

However, everything in Young Master Roya's lord mill had become magical. The farmers only needed to pass the wheat to the staff and wait by the side. After a period of time, the flour that had been ground would come out by themselves.

It was very magical, but old Kent felt that it was very normal, because the old marquis Katia was a famous Great Adept in St. Maestre Theocracy. That was a god-like figure. His son, Young Master Roya, was naturally a powerful Adept. In the hearts of the peasants, wizards were omnipotent.

But that was not important. The old Kent family would not be tired of having a donkey. As long as they finally paid the tax, they would not be cheated by others. Although this first measure was beneficial to the citizens, it would not make the farmers, including him, crazy. What really made them crazy was the second measure.

When Young Master Roya was working, the tax collected by the lord's mill was less!

Although the peasants were simple and honest, they also had their own shrewdness. Especially when it came to paying grain, they were very meticulous in their calculations. Roya's actions made it impossible for them to watch their wheat being ground into powder. Therefore, the farmers who paid the tax were worried that they had suffered a loss.

But after weighing and estimating, the farmers who paid the tax on that day discovered a surprising fact. Not only did they not pay more, but they also paid less!

How much less did they pay? After everyone calculated and calculated, the result was basically the same. More than 10%, some even close to 20%!

The moment the news came out, all the farmers who had not paid their taxes turned red. 20% tax! That was a huge sum, saving the grain from being sold in the city. It could be exchanged for a lot of good things, especially for rich people like Old Kent. This sum could even save his son a sum of money for marriage.

It was a pity that Young Master Roya was a mobile tax collector, so he might not be there normally. The last time Old Kent went late, it was not his turn when the sun went down and the lord's mill was closed. More than a week had passed since then, and this time, he had to catch up no matter what.

Thinking of this, Old Kent held his waist and strode forward. He used all his strength and rushed forward. In one go, he surpassed Old George, who was crippled, and rushed towards the Lord's Mill.

In front of the long line of mill houses, the black haired, expensive, and cute little boy was elegantly drinking afternoon tea at the round table. His pair of mysterious golden pupils looked at the heads of the farmers running over. He could not help but reveal a friendly smile on his face.

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