Suddenly, a dozen or so well-dressed fat guys squeezed into the line of disaster victims. Each one of them had a bloated face and a greasy complexion. It was obvious that they were not disaster victims, yet they were receiving disaster relief funds along with the rest of the queue.

And they weren't receiving the relief funds from the soldiers distributing the silver coins, but from the disaster victims themselves!

These people were collecting taxes!

Damn it, even the disaster victims have to pay taxes to receive disaster relief funds. This is outrageous! Du Chen felt his anger rising.

At that moment, one of the fat guys shouted, "Hey, you! Take out the silver coins you're hiding in your pocket. That's my tax payment!"

The person he called out was a young woman among the disaster victims, holding a baby in her arms. She bowed and pleaded, "Lord Count, I have lost my home, and my husband died in the flood. Please allow me to keep this silver coin to buy some food for my child. You know, such a young child cannot eat dry and hard black bread every day!"

As she spoke, she knelt down, and the baby in her arms let out a whimper.

"No, I need the tax payment!" the fat count stared coldly at the woman. He had seen enough of these pitiful commoners trying to deceive him. It was only right for the commoners to pay taxes to the nobles, and he needed this tax payment to compensate for the losses his estate suffered in the flood!

He snorted and urged the woman, "Do you want to resist paying taxes?"

"I dare not, but..."

The surrounding disaster victims couldn't bear to watch any longer. Someone angrily spoke up, "Lord Count, this money is for us to rebuild our homes!"

"I also need this money to rebuild my home!" the fat count shouted.

Do you still need to rebuild your home? Your tents on the southern beach are made of gold! The disaster victims were instantly stirred up. Those who had obediently paid their taxes also shouted, "Lord, we want to rebuild our homes!"

The anger of the crowd was uncontrollable. The disaster victims surrounded the fat count.

"So, you want to rebel, huh? Hmph!" The count took a few steps back in fear, but he glanced at the soldiers near the refugee camp and smirked.

Thud! Thud!

The soldiers obediently struck their spears on the ground, and the disaster victims, seeing this, lowered their heads and dispersed. They were just commoners, how could they dare to defy the orders of the nobles?

A few bold disaster victims glanced at the huge stove and a thought suddenly crossed their minds. Perhaps, just perhaps, if they didn't have black bread every day, they would dare to fight this damn count to the death.

But they couldn't bear to give up their own lives for it when they still had black bread to eat every day.

Du Chen clenched his teeth as he witnessed all of this. These heartless bastards! In his previous life, when Du Chen was begging on the streets as a child, he had been bullied by people like them countless times. Now, seeing them again, he felt an urge to slap them.

He approached Norton and asked in a low voice, "Uncle, who are these people?"

Norton also saw them, but he had a calm expression on his face. Even Steve, who was standing beside him, felt a bit sympathetic but didn't show too much anger. They were all nobles, and in their eyes, this kind of thing was perfectly justified. "They are also disaster victims!"

"They are disaster victims?"

"Yes, their estates were washed away by the flood. Well, you could call them 'noble disaster victims'!" Norton said with a hint of mockery.

"Are you asking about the tax collection? Third Young Master, this is allowed by the imperial law. They can determine the tax rates for their own subjects. Although I don't approve of their actions, legally speaking, as long as they declare that the tax rate for their subjects is one hundred percent, that is, all of it, they can completely take away the disaster relief funds you give to the victims under the protection of the law."

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An evil fire rose in Du Chen's heart. These bastards were undermining his good deeds, weren't they? But legally speaking, they had every right to do so! Du Chen had no right to interfere!

Du Chen was unwilling. Since he had mastered the art of thievery in his previous life, he had never let go of any rich person who dared to bully him!

Now, these disaster victims were resource which Du Chen cultivated "The Louts Treasure Mirror". If they were being bullied, wouldn't it interrupt Du Chen's good deeds?

After thinking for a moment, Du Chen suddenly smiled. Since the law couldn't punish these bastards, he would use unlawful means.

He walked quickly to the count who was collecting taxes and smiled, "Oh, noble count, may I ask for your name? And do you really live in such a dirty place?"

"May the Fighter God bless us. As a descendant of the fighter gods, you don't need to call me count, just call me Abdul." Abdul immediately put on a smiling face when he saw Du Chen, a descendant of the fighter gods and the noblest of nobles.

"Oh, no, we don't live in such a dirty place. My friends and I live on the beach five miles south, there!" He pointed in a direction. "I was told by my servant that you came to distribute disaster relief funds, so I came to take a look!"

Du Chen looked towards the south, and about five or six miles away was the beach. On the beach, a luxurious campsite could be vaguely seen. Compared to the refugee camp here, that campsite looked like a beach resort!

It seems that these nobles, although they have suffered losses, are not in a situation where they can't survive and have to exploit the disaster victims!

Du Chen's anger grew even stronger. At this moment, the lotus flower on his butt was also restless, and the third lotus flower was about to bloom. Who knows what kind of anomaly it would produce.

Suppressing the lotus flower on his butt with his inner energy, Du Chen smiled and said, "Oh, my mistake. I should have paid my respects to you all first. Are you available now? Can you introduce me to the other nobles?"

"Oh, of course! My friends will be very happy because they are about to meet a descendant of the fighter gods. Please follow me!"

After a few words with Steve and Norton, Du Chen followed Abdul with a cheerful demeanor and arrived at the "resort" on the beach. As they left, the eyes of the disaster victims, which were filled with gratitude, turned into confusion.

Ah, it turns out that all nobles are the same.

But Lord Baron Francis is already helping us rebuild our homes, which is already quite good... at least much better than those vampires on the beach.

After taking a walk around the tents on the beach and getting to know many noble disaster victims, Du Chen came out of the "resort" with a smile.

During this trip, Du Chen didn't take any big items, but he stole numerous small items like pearls, agates, and diamonds...

"Oh my god, where is my diamond necklace? It's a jewelry worth fifty gold coins!"

"May the Fighter God bless me, where is my cat's eye stone!?"

Just as he had walked a short distance away, cries of distress came from the "resort". Hearing this, Du Chen felt extremely satisfied. This act of kindness was the most enjoyable one he had ever done. Damn it, not only was his butt feeling good, but his heart was also feeling good!

Although he was momentarily furious, this act of kindness was full of loopholes. But Du Chen wasn't afraid of that. He was a descendant of the fighter gods. Even though the stolen goods were hidden all over his body, who would dare to search a descendant of the gods without evidence? Weren't they afraid of the stake of the Holy Church?

There were a total of more than thirty precious jewelry items hidden on his body, but Du Chen's appearance showed no abnormalities. Concealing stolen goods was also an essential skill for a thief.

For example, a diamond the size of a quail egg was hidden in his crotch, but it didn't affect his walking. This move was called the "Three Eggs" or the "Treasure Hidden Under the Crotch". In the past, Du Chen used this move to hide the metal ball-shaped holy relic, the Ram's Horn Warhammer.

Another example was a necklace wrapped around his arm, with several rings threaded onto it. Under the cover of his loose robe, as long as he didn't lift his sleeve, no one would notice. This move was called the "Golden Snake Coiling Around the Body"...

"Fucking hell, these jewelry items add up to a thousand gold coins. These damn bastards are so rich, yet they still exploit the money of the disaster victims. They really deserve a beating!"

Du Chen cursed angrily all the way, occasionally looking back, waiting for the noble disaster victims who noticed something was wrong to catch up. He had already prepared excuses to deflect their suspicions.

Suddenly, the cries of anguish from the "resort" disappeared, as if Du Chen had suddenly gone deaf and couldn't hear anything anymore.

No, there was still sound, a strange rustling sound.

Then, in the distance, the waves on the ocean rolled and the tide suddenly grew stronger.

A pungent smell reached his nose, even though Du Chen didn't have a sensitive sense of smell like a bloodhound, he could still smell it clearly.

The atmosphere became eerie.

The itching sensation from the lotus flower on his butt grew stronger and stronger. Du Chen used all his inner energy to suppress this love-hate feeling and turned to look at the "resort".

Suddenly, a scream came from the "resort",

"Help!!"

A huge monster emerged from the ground of the resort, with an oval-shaped, emerald green head, golden eyes, and green scales. It was the size of a bull, and its dark red forked tongue extended more than two meters outside its mouth.

And this was just its head...

What a massive python!