Welco everyone!
It’s been a while since we’ve had one of these rants as an opener to one of our sessions, and since I know how much you’ve probably missed this—
Here we are!
Now in this session we’re going to be jumping forward, because honestly I doubt you would want to hear everything about our day to day lives.
Even though it would take away my chance to tell you more about my awesoness, and make up for so of the reputation that went down the drain with Julia’s sessions.
I didn’t say you made look bad.
I definitely appreciate how you told everyone how sexy I am.
But so of what you said did make look slightly... wimpish.
Anyway, like you could see in those sessions of Julia, I now had a role as an advisor to the chief of Lofie village.
Which apparently was never really the case.
Apparently that role ca with so attachnts I was completely unaware of, and so extre manipulation tactics.
I know you only did what was best for , but manipulation is still manipulation, my love.
Anyway, let’s get to it.
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So it had been a few weeks after my chat with Worick, and he had already started to implent so of the tax laws we had spoken about.
Obviously there still wasn’t any particular growth in any of the areas he had decided would need improvent on with the first fiscal year tax revenue budget.
It’s not like the revenue was there already.
That’s the thing about tax revenue of a country, it’s a one-ti inco that needs to be spent over the following year according to the budget.
Which ans that for the first year everything would just continue like it had.
Or it would have, if I wasn’t an aweso advisor.
I introduced to Worick the wonders of property tax, and provisional tax.
Now so of you might think that this contradicts my plan to not ruin the spending power of the villagers.
But like I said, I’m an economic genius.
So the plan was simple.
Instead of a one ti ’massive’ property tax paynt that each owner must make, we decided to have a small monthly property maintenance fee.
Now once again you might think that this would still have a massive impact on the monthly spending power of the villagers, but you would be completely wrong.
When Worick did his research on the dian inco of the villagers, he determined that it was around ten silver coins per month.
Now just for those of you who don’t have any idea of the fantasy world currency, I’ll explain it properly.
Though if you’re here listening to us, I expect you to at least know the standard currency formula of a fantasy world.
Ten copper coins makes one silver.
A hundred Silver makes one gold.
And there you have it, simple and elegantly explained.
So we decided that the monthly maintenance fee on every property owner would be five copper, which if your math works out, is five percent of the monthly dian inco of a villager.
Which ant that with the hundred villagers that owned properties we would net a monthly property tax of five-hundred copper, or fifty silver.
Which ant that we could hire three people at ten silver a month, and still have twenty left over that could be used to purchase any materials or equipnt that they might need to do their jobs.
So with all the blabbering I did up until now I’m basically just telling you that we now had three people running around the village doing all of the standard services you would see in a functioning city.
You know, garbage removal, maintenance on roads, fences, walls, even so beautification work on the village square.
They were in charge of lighting the new lamps we had planted on the streets every night, and then extinguishing them each morning, and ensuring they had enough fuel in them to go burn through the night again.
So like you should be able to tell by now, things were starting to get pretty civilized.
Julia and I walked past the three n we had hired as we headed back into the village from our daily training session outside.
In those weeks I had actually made a lot of progress.
Not that Julia told any of that, she just made the workouts and training sessions harder each ti it looked like I might actually get through it without puking.
The woman is the love of my life, but she is a cruel and vicious taskmaster when it cos to training.
As if it wasn’t bad enough that I had to swing a log around for sword training, she had now found a way to make that even worse.
At that ti she had even found a way for to carry around what felt like a ton of weights when I was doing my fitness part of the training regin.
The log I had used for sword training kept getting heavier each ti.
She wouldn’t even spare when we were sparring.
I an she was already kicking my ass, but apparently that wasn’t enough.
No, even then I had to keep carrying around the extra weight, and I still had to use the heavy-ass log for a sword.
I actually told her once that I was afraid of hitting her with that slab of wood, and that it would hurt her.
Do you know what her reaction was?
She laughed at !
Not a small elegant giggle.
She had actually been rolling around on the ground holding her belly as she roared with laughter.
"Do you actually think you would be able to hit ?!" She had asked between bursts of laughter.
Now if ever you want to burn a man’s confidence to the ground, and light a fire of motivation under him at the sa ti, that’s how you do it.
From that day onwards it had beco my mission to land at least one blow, not one that would hurt her of course, but just one blow.
Had I been successful up until that day?
Definitely not.
The woman was beating soundly every day.
At night when we got back to the inn, I was beaten black and blue.
And then I had to go and work my shift in the bar anyway.
That had been going great, I had even made a couple of friends, so of the regulars had even started to hang out with and Julia when we had ti.
Of course I had been treating that sexy elven lady with absolute cold professionalism since my previous little quarrel with Julia.
I an if she was killing with training then, how would it be if I pissed her off again.
Anyway, there was one very, very important part of my day that made everything I had to suffer through worth it.
And at that mont Julia and I were standing before it.
The newest building at the edge of the village.
Nestled between so trees.
My pride and joy.
Even more so than the bar I was now running.
My very own... bathhouse.
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