The slain soldiers were piled into small mounds!
The horse under Joao's saddle walked to Boer's side.
He looked down at Boer with curiosity in his voice, asking, "Mr. Boer... are you unwilling to pay the three major taxes?"
Upon hearing this, Boer showed a smile and explained, "Your Excellency Joao, it's a misunderstanding."
"It's not that I am unwilling to pay the three major taxes; I just want to understand them clearly."
"As you know, doing business in these times isn't easy."
"Say no more, just transporting goods back and forth takes days..."
Joao interrupted Boer's words directly, saying in a low voice, "That has nothing to do with me."
Boer's words came to a halt.
Feeling the cold aura emanating from Joao, he wanted to say something more.
But Boer found himself unsure of how to begin.
Joao's deep voice rang out again, "Mr. Boer, let me put it this way."
