System: Build My Own Territory

Chapter 1183 - 323: Kill Bishop Simo (10,000 Words) (4)

"But now, I, Simo, am the ruler of Kakasong City, and everyone must pay the tithing!"

Simo’s tone shifted, and he continued.

"However, the issue of tithing within the city and surrounding towns is not urgent for now."

"Let’s first resolve the matter of Morgan Town and Lynn, and then consider other things."

Currently, the church has a total of no more than fifty guards!

Even with all the clergy, the total is no more than seventy people.

Simo naturally would not foolishly demand tithing from everyone immediately.

What awaits him would be the resistance of over fifty thousand people in Kakasong City.

Once he recruits and forms a sufficiently powerful army, he will then collect tithing from all the city residents.

Under the pressure of armed soldiers, the residents will have no room for resistance!

Simo once again stepped forth, walking along the clean and tidy corridor.

"Aside from this, arrange personnel to prepare for the Septenary Ceremony on August 31st."

"After the prayer ceremony, I will announce to all the residents of Kakasong City."

"I, Bishop Simo Tucker, will become the new leader of Kakasong City!"

Without the conferment by Emperor Carolyn and Marquis Duca, Simo can only call himself a leader!

However, Simo does not care.

As long as he has an army, holds actual power, and occupies the entire Kakasong City.

He is the master of Kakasong City!

Samuel quickly responded.

"Yes, Lord Bishop!"

...

In Kakasong City.

On the streets shrouded in darkness.

Two luxurious carriages drove along the cobblestone road.

The metal-reinforced wooden wheels emitted a creaking rolling sound.

In this night, it seemed particularly piercing.

Shortly after.

With the pull of the reins and the reins stopped by the coachmen.

The moving carriages stopped in front of a three-story brick building.

With the help of the guards.

Ludovico Dons and Harry Cohen stepped down from the carriages, one after the other.

Side by side, they entered the brick building ahead.

Ludovico glanced around, noticing only the backs of two or three people drinking in the tavern.

He stepped into a dimly lit corner table, and Ludovico and the young man sat down directly.

Ludovico raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.

The owner, who was dozing behind the bar, instantly awakened.

The owner’s gaze turned, falling on the familiar, well-dressed figures in the corner of the tavern, his eyes immediately brightened.

Without any hesitation, he picked up a bottle of liquor and two glasses from the wine cabinet behind him, placed them on a tray, and immediately walked over.

Placing the liquor and glasses on the table, the owner spoke with respectful politeness.

"Please enjoy, gentlemen."

Looking at the gin on the table, Ludovico raised an eyebrow and said in surprise.

"I haven’t ordered yet, how did you know I wanted gin?"

The tavern owner smiled broadly and responded respectfully.

"It’s not the first time you, gentlemen, have come to this old man’s tavern."

"Given your gentlemanly attire, you are more distinguishable and memorable than the merchants and dock workers..."

"And, this old tavern’s Lexus Gin is the most famous, receiving much praise from many guests..."

"So, the old man presumptuously guessed that you, gentlemen, would continue to enjoy the Lexus Gin as you did last time!"

Ludovico gave the tavern owner an approving look and said.

"With such keen intuition and wisdom, no wonder you’re able to run this tavern so successfully on the edge of Fisherman’s Wharf!"

Sitting across from Ludovico, Harry Cohen nodded in agreement.

The tavern owner, Hunter, revealed a simple and honest smile, humbly bowing.

"You flatter me, sir, the old man’s merely fond of drinking and has a slight understanding of the taste of liquor."

"And with a bit of luck, received some high-quality liquor to run the business, that’s all there is to it..."

Ludovico nodded once more without speaking further.

Hunter, knowing his limit, spoke again.

"Sorry, gentlemen, this old man talks too much."

"The gin has a rather strong taste, please enjoy it slowly..."

Without needing any instruction from Ludovico, Hunter bowed and retreated by himself.

Watching Hunter leave, Ludovico couldn’t help but express approval once more.

"Such perceptiveness, it’s somewhat a waste to only use it for running a tavern."

Murmuring a few words, Ludovico looked at Harry, who was pouring the drink.

As Harry’s arm lifted.

Under the dim light of the oil lamp against the far wall.

A stream of golden liquid flowed out of the bottle, swirling in the glass...

A rich aroma of alcohol drifted directly into Ludovico’s nose.

Ludovico couldn’t help swallowing, exclaiming.

"I wonder where this so-called ’Lexus Gin’ comes from."

"I feel its color, aroma, and taste are not inferior to some tribute wines offered to the Great Lord or the Royal Family."

Sitting across from Ludovico, Harry shook his head and said.

"Exactly!"

"If it wasn’t exceptional, it would never make us lower our status and come to this tavern full of workers and slaves."

Once Harry finished pouring.

Ludovico picked up a glass, clinked it gently with Harry’s, and unceremoniously drank the liquor in one gulp.

As Ludovico swallowed.

Instantly.

A warm, comforting sensation like a passing flame spread from his throat to his stomach.