Chapter 7 Cruel Taxation

Imperial taxation is divided into four levels and sixteen levels.

Except for the fourth level of special tax exemption, there is only one level.

The other three levels have five small levels, namely beginner, intermediate, advanced, advanced and special.

The first to third tax levels correspond to different levels of the world.

For example, the civilized world, the agricultural world, the hive world, the wild world and even the lower world of death.

Forge worlds, religious worlds, extinct worlds, and some worlds with special permissions often do not pay taxes.

The planet Erth is rich in minerals. In terms of development level, it can be considered a low-level hive world at best, corresponding to the second-level special tax.

Now the Ministry of the Interior has raised the tax level of Erth Star to the first-class upper level, abruptly raising it by three levels. It can be said to be crazy!

This means that the planet Urth needs to send countless people to mine day and night, extracting every ounce of resources from the planet, and even bleeding into rivers, just to barely be able to pay taxes.

The tithe also includes population resources.

The first-class superior has to pay taxes to a huge number of people. Calculated, he has to pay at least one-tenth of the planet's population!

If you pay such a heavy tithe tax a few times, the civilization of Urth Planet will be almost destroyed, if not destroyed.

And that's just an ideal situation. Whether it can collect taxes is also a question.

The most likely result is that the rebels rush into the Royal Court area and kill Ron, the planetary governor.

However, it is useless to cut it. The taxes that should be paid still have to be paid, and the people of Eth Star still cannot escape the miserable fate.

Unless the Holy Terra Interior Ministry can be made to reassess and change the tax brackets.

"This is going to force people to death..."

Looking at the servitors busy in the document library, Ron felt inexplicably cold.

This tax must not be paid!

Ron pressed the call button on the table, and soon old Mike, an elderly government official, came over and bowed.

"My Lord Governor, do you have any orders?"

"Send a letter of complaint to the Ministry of the Interior of Holy Terra, telling them that the planet Erth cannot afford such a high tithe tax, and the planet Urth strongly requests a re-evaluation of the tax levels!"

"Ah? You mean to send a letter to Holy God Terra. How is that possible? God Emperor, it is impossible to do it..."

Old Mike muttered, seeming a little delirious.

what's the situation?

Unable to contact Holy Terra?

Ron suppressed his anxiety and tried to sound as gentle as possible: "Can you tell me specifically why we can't send a letter to Holy Terra?"

Old Mike was a little frightened: "...Because the God Emperor has abandoned us, we are guilty people!"

"This is a place abandoned by God. The God-Emperor has abandoned His Lamb!"

"The chaos monster will kill us all!"

Seeing the increasingly frightened and crazy old Mike, Ron was so numb that he almost didn't draw his gun.

Isn't this old man a heretic?

If what the old man said is true, there may be a big problem on the planet Euse!

"Old Mike, you are talking nonsense again!"

Bayev's man came over and shouted at Old Mike.

Old Mike suddenly wilted, lowered his head and said hello to Bayev: "Master Manager"

Bayev patted Old Mike on the shoulder and said in a gentle voice: "You go out and rest. I will handle the matters assigned by the Governor on your behalf."

"Oh okay...ok"

Old Mike walked out with his hands behind his back a little disappointed.

Bayev pointed at Old Mike's back and explained to Ron: "Old Mike went crazy a few years ago and talked nonsense everywhere."

It turned out to be a madman, and Ron was relieved.

He really thought that the planet Erth could no longer contact Holy Terra.

This is a big problem. If there is some chaos invasion, it will be over.

"Spreading heretical remarks must be dealt with according to regulations, but he has served the family for hundreds of years, blocked the sword for Grant's blood, and has achieved great results through his hard work."

Bayev continued: "So we had to arrange for him to guard the document library. There are all servitors here. It doesn't matter if he nags a few more words."

The Grant family is quite humane...

Ron had no memory of old Mike at all, so he could only nod.

After Bayev finished speaking, he looked at Ron and asked, "What did you want to ask Old Mike to do just now?"

Ron frowned: "I want to lodge a complaint with Holy Terra. It is difficult for the planet Erth to bear the taxes required by the empire."

In fact, Ron didn't have much hope for the outcome of the appeal, he just gave it a try.

After all, changing the tax level means that the Ministry of the Interior made a mistake, and an imperial official needs to be responsible for the matter.

It would be difficult to ask imperial officials to take the initiative.

They just have to ignore it, or extend the approval process indefinitely.

In the government affairs process that lasts for decades, hundreds of years or even longer, there are many mistakes that are not responsible for.

When the planet Erth dies naturally due to resource depletion or rebellion, this matter will naturally end.

The human empire has millions of planets, and its territory is still expanding. Planets are destroyed every moment due to one reason or another.

By the time the news reached Holy Terra, no one knew how many years had passed.

The planet Erth is just an unknown low-level hive planet.

Even if it is destroyed, the death and suffering of tens of billions of people will be nothing more than a line in the files of the Ministry of the Interior.

It may be stored forever after being recorded, and no one will remember this planet and the people on it.

Only now did Ron realize that he was in such an important position and that the decisions he made could affect the fate of tens of billions of people on the entire planet.

The heavy pressure made him breathless.

what to do?

"Your Majesty Governor, there is no need for us to appeal," Bayev said firmly.

“You have to give it a try”

Ron was a little anxious: "According to the current situation, if the appeal fails, we may not be able to pay this quarter's taxes."

"Pay taxes?"

Bayev looked at Ron in surprise: "You mean paying the tithe?"

"Any questions?"

"Did you forget something?"

Bayev couldn't help but feel excited. Since yesterday, the Governor has become very strange, as if he is a different person.

When Ron saw the other party's reaction, he immediately understood that it was probably some lack of memory that caused his behavior to be irrational.

What went wrong?

He hesitated whether to disclose some information and dispel the other party's doubts.

In this way, you can communicate openly in the future to avoid major mistakes caused by memory fog.

"grown ups?"

Bayev looked at Ron worriedly, fearing that something had happened to the last bloodline of the Grant family.

Ron came to his senses and decided to confess something. After all, the longer this matter dragged on, the deeper his doubts became.

"I did forget something." Ron pointed to his head: "It should be a side effect of awakening spiritual energy..."

Awakening to psychic powers means communicating with the Warp, a very dangerous thing that often leads to dire consequences.

For example, out-of-control spiritual energy can cause destruction, be murderous and bloodthirsty, and may even corrupt you into a monster!

I just lost some memories, which is a relatively lucky thing.

"Amnesia?"

Bayev looked at Ron nervously. After a while, he relaxed and said with concern: "This is not a simple question. You need to ask His Excellency Bishop Doni to take a look at it for you."

"No problem." Ron nodded and brought the topic back to the main point: "Let's continue discussing tax matters. What happened?"

Unexpectedly, Bayev dropped a bombshell.

"Actually, you don't have to worry about taxes. We don't need to pay taxes anymore."

"ah?"