I Am Stuck In A Beta Test For 1000 Years

Chapter 42. Open The Door!

At the entrance of the Town Hall, Char met an acquaintance.

Lawyer Simon, who was invited to deal with the tax.

"Why is it you again?"

Simon was so frightened that his body trembled. He stood at the bottom of the steps and didn't even want to go to work.

Ever since he gave away 15% of his shares yesterday, he had not stopped investigating Char.

Even though Simon had used all his power, he could not find any useful information from Char. He only knew that Char came from a novice village where God's Chosen one appeared.

When he tried to further investigate what God's Chosen One was, he was strongly interfered by the judgement church.

"The Chosen One, a name given by the Seven Holy Spirits, is not someone that you can investigate with proper reason."

Then, Simon learned from the rumors that God's Chosen Ones were a group of terrifying people. There were anecdotes about them from every village.

They had only done three things.

They would only eat, sleep, and fight. That was what they was born for.

They fought beasts for copper coins...

They fought beasts for equipment...

They fought for reputation....

They were a group of pragmatic people who had a tendency for extreme violence and were not afraid of death.

Simon felt-headache coming on. He felt that he might have encountered an a God's Chosen One who was good at using his brain, so he did not intend to pursue this matter. However, Char actually blocked him at the door!

"What do you want?"

Simon was extremely anxious.

When he saw the Priestess behind Char, his heart turned cold.

He was doomed

Char did not even let go of the mascot of Astan City. With such a greedy character, would he let him go?

Wait a minute. Could it be that Burwell discovered something? It was not good to make a move on him in the open, so he might as well use his hands to deal with him?

Unlike Mia, Simon's divergent thinking ability was extremely strong, and he could imagine just from such a small sign.

For a moment, he even imagined Burwell's sinister laughter, as if there was a black shadow floating behind Char, and he was laughing evilly.

Damn it. It was possible

Char only glanced at him and sighed.

The lawyer, who would be a pity if he did not become a ist, was probably making conspiracy theories again. People with complicated thoughts really had complicated thoughts.

This was really just a coincidence.

However, it was also good. Simon had already completed the process of self-persuasion in an instant. He would agree to any request.

Char stepped forward and patted his shoulder. bring three strong men and come with me to destroy the place.

"Eh?"

Upon hearing the word "destroy," Simon's body suddenly felt lighter. He stopped sweating, his heart stopped beating, and he could stand up straight.

"You really didn't come to find me?"

"I just poached a few people to get an invoice, and I just happened to meet you." Char shrugged.

"An invoice?"

"Yes, an invoice."

Simon's glasses lit up as he fell into deep thought.

In the entire Astan City, there were only four places that required the intervention of a high priest and the Town Hall to take the initiative to send people to issue receipts. However, three of them had connections with Burwell, and the only one left was the cricket, who was hiding in the dark like a malignant sore.

"You mean the one from the drain in the shanty town?"

Char snapped his fingers.

"As expected of Mr. Simon."

"You should have said so earlier!"

Simon returned to his capable and experienced posture and turned around to enter the Town Hall. A few minutes later, he strode out with three strong brothers whose chest muscles were about to burst out of their gowns, looking valiant and spirited.

"Let's go! Let's issue an invoice!"

The drain in the shanty town.

A group of six people stood outside the stinky drain. Mia raised her scepter, which was as tall as a person, and chanted a prayer in a low voice. A strong power of holy light gathered in front of her.

Char stood in front of Evelyn and held her hand tightly.

Then, Mia's spell was ready, and the huge [Great Purge] was thrown out.

The name of the level 50 Grand Priest's skill was simple and unadorned, but the effect was simple.

It was really a one-second animation.

He turned off the filters, skin polishing, highlight, and acne removal.

With the [Great Purge], all the magical camouflage at the sewer entrance was removed. The originally flowing sewage had also stopped, and what replaced it was a constantly shrinking and annihilating teleportation portal and the crooked tunnel behind it.

Soon, the portal that had lost its source of magic power was annihilated. The group passed through the tunnel unimpeded and stopped in front of a large iron gate.

"Whoosh!"

Simon went up and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?"

Maica's voice sounded flustered, and it was obvious that he had noticed the teleportation formation being destroyed the moment it was destroyed.

the Town Hall belongs to Simon Jonia, who is also a tax officer.

"This is my home! I've already paid all the taxes that I should!"

Simon smiled kindly, cleared his throat, and said, "

Hello, Mr. Maica, who lives in the illegal building no. 14 of the drain in the shanty area. According to the public building facilities maintenance regulations of the Kingdom of Lugo and the construction management code of Astan City, your building violates the following points...

"To sum it up, you need to open the door and let us check if the interior decoration is illegal and pay a fine. Of course, if there are any unregistered illegal immigrants in your house, please transfer them to the Town Hall for detention and review before paying the head tax. The rules of personnel review are as follows...

"In conclusion, please cooperate with our law enforcement work. Otherwise, any action will be regarded as a provocation to the Supreme Governor of Astan City, His Excellency Burwell. All law enforcement will be carried out under the supervision of the judgement church to ensure the legal and reasonable process."

As expected of a professional. Even though Char was able to say the same thing, he did not have the skill to do it, so it was not as effective as Simon's. After he finished speaking, Maica was silent for a long time.

If it was someone else, he would probably still argue.

However, he had directly made the arrangements.

The door opened after a long while.

There was a combination lock on the iron door that looked like a safe box, and the sophisticated parts kept making strange cackling sounds.

As soon as the door opened, the hot and humid air of the fight club immediately gushed in from behind. This was Maica's home, and also the control station of the facilities around the arena.

As expected, the gamblers had all slipped away through the small door. Through the transparent viewing wall in front of them, the arena outside was empty.

"It's you!"

As soon as he saw Char, Maica was excited.

"You were the one who lured the people from the tax bureau here!"

Char did not say anything. She only used her innocent eyes to signal him to look at Simon.

The tax collector's sharp eyes were shooting from behind the glasses, staring at Maica's every word and action.

"Mr. Maica, can I take it as you were threatening a legal citizen?"

"I..."

"You have the right to argue, but I will remember your every word and action."

Maica glared at Char and did not say anything.

During that period of time, Maica obviously did not just stand there and do nothing. He had hidden all the illegal items, including the [Berserker Potion], [Blood Grain Wine] and [Ice Illusion Grass Drink].

All three of them played the role of a potion and a drink at the same time, and all of them had an intoxicating effect.

For gamblers, the biggest taboo was to go up.

In addition, there was also a group of thugs of unknown origins.

The security department of Astan City would not allow such a group of highly threatening thugs to stay under the city and turn a blind eye to them, but Maica was very confident.

His confidence came from his overwhelming intelligence.