Fang Qingyan was given a name list.
An address was written on it-the small town of Born.
Other than that.
There were also densely packed names, totaling more than 700 people.
They were all targets of his trip, and all of them were so-called " taxpayers'.
At the bottom was a "tax collection standard".
1000 ml for adult males;
800 ml for adult women;
400 ml for underage males;
300 ml for underage females;
500 ml for those over 60 years old;
Those under the age of five or over the age of eighty are not allowed to draw.
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After reading the standard for drawing blood, even Fang Qingyan could not help but frown.
This was too ruthless!
It was simply slapping people to death.
The human body's blood volume accounted for 7% to 8% of the body weight.
In other words, a healthy adult weighing 60 kilograms would only have a total blood volume of 4,800 milliliters.
If he lost more than 1,000 milliliters of blood, his life would be in danger.
The key was that everyone's physique was different. This standard was too general. If he encountered a weak person, he might be directly whipped to death!
Moreover, they did not even let the elderly and children off. It was too cruel.
After these humans had their blood drawn, they still had to continue working and earning money to live.
One could imagine how miserable it was!
Fang Qingyan had always thought that Nikara's human situation was not bad. After all, she was protected by the law.
But now, it seemed that he was too naive.
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Among the vampires in the entire country, only Fang Qingyan would feel that it was cruel.
Others would not have such thoughts.
To put it bluntly, the humans of Nikara were just livestock raised by the Blood Breeds.
Just like how humans enjoyed the delicacy of chicken, duck, and beef, they wouldn't feel bad, right?
However, Fang Qingyan felt conflicted.
Because he still retained his precious humanity…
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"Ahem, have you all gotten the name list?”
The old butler, Albert, looked around and warned loudly,""Listen up. When collecting taxes, we must strictly follow the standards set by the kingdom. We cannot collect too much or too little. If someone died because of drawing too much blood, they would be punished! If the total amount is not enough, I'll use your heads to make up for it!”
"Then…what if we collect taxes according to the standard and still kill them?”
Fang Qingyan suddenly raised his head and looked at the old butler calmly as he asked.
Albert gave him a strange look."So what if he's dead? It's not your fault. What right does a weak human have to live in our ancestral land? Only healthy and strong humans can provide us with long-term stable blood supply.”
The others also looked at Fang Qingyan strangely.
Fang Qingyan suddenly fell silent.
……
After he finished explaining everything that he needed to say.
The old butler, Albert, led Casteinburg's " tax collection squad " and set off.
At this moment, the sun was setting in the west. Soon, night would fall.
Nighttime was the time when vampires were most energetic.
Fang Qingyan sat in a carriage and came to the town where he was responsible for collecting taxes, the small town of Beirut.
This was a very beautiful town with exceptionally beautiful scenery. The gorgeous sunset sprinkled a golden light, and the vegetation and houses looked especially beautiful in the hazy light.
It was a pity that the vampires could not enjoy such a scenery.
The only beautiful scenery in the hearts of the vampires was the pitch-black night and the big moon hanging in the sky!
After Fang Qingyan parted ways with the others, she walked alone in the countryside under the setting sun.
When he felt that there was no one around, he lifted his thick hood. The warm sunlight shone on his face, and then a smile appeared on his lips.
Bathing in the comfortable golden light.
This was the first time Fang Qingyan felt like she was living like a human after she was reborn as a vampire!
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Night fell.
Dong dong dong--
"Open the door. It's time to pay your taxes."
Soon, the door opened, revealing the face of a middle-aged man with a fearful expression.
"Sir…Sir, please come in."
Fang Qingyan entered the house. After looking around, she turned her head and asked him,"Where's your wife and daughter?"
"I'll call them out immediately."
Not long after, a woman came out of the room with a four or five-year-old girl in her arms. The woman was fine, but the little girl curled up into a ball timidly and did not dare to look at Fang Qingyan.
"Cough cough, start drawing blood. I still have a lot of things to do.”
Fang Qingyan skillfully took out the syringe and blood bag from the toolbox."If you draw 1000 milliliters, your wife will draw 800 and your daughter will draw 300.”
When the middle-aged man heard this, his expression changed slightly. He quickly said obsequiously,"Sir, my daughter is still young. She…she won't smoke, right?”
"I'm already five years old. I have to smoke."
Fang Qingyan said expressionlessly.
As soon as he said this, the husband and wife looked desperate. The little girl was even more pitiful.
However, he did not dare to resist the vampires at all. He could only hope that his young daughter would be able to withstand it.
But then, he heard this 'lord' suddenly change his tone."
"However, if you can pay taxes for your daughter, that's fine too. You and your wife will each take an extra 150 yuan, and your daughter will be exempted.”
The whole family cried tears of joy.
He knew that he had met a kind-hearted vampire.
……
After coming out, Fang Qingyan placed the three blood bags on the carriage and continued to the next house.
This time, it was a skinny old man.
Fang Qingyan had only drawn 100 milliliters of his blood.
Then, he picked a few strong young men and smoked some more to make up for it.
He was busy until four o'clock in the morning, but he had only completed less than one-third of his workload.
The good news was that he didn't kill her…
Legend has it that the term " vampire " originated from the fear humans had of the Blood Clan.
After seeing the fear on those people's faces today, Fang Qingyan was very sure that this legend was true.
……
They arrived at another house.
Fang Qingyan knocked on the door several times, but no one answered.
Was he trying to evade taxes?
He frowned. He could clearly feel the blood essence fluctuations of the two people in the room.
"Open the door. You should know the consequences of tax evasion, right?”
After the scare, the door finally opened.
The first thing he saw was a middle-aged woman with a pale face.
Her eyes were filled with fear as she stammered to Fang Qingyan,"Sir…Sir, please come in."
Fang Qingyan frowned.
After entering the house, he was slightly surprised because there was a young girl in the house. She was very beautiful, but she also looked dispirited and dispirited.
Fang Qingyan quickly retracted his gaze and turned to look at the woman. He asked in a deep voice,"What happened? Who drew your blood?”
Their vital signs were very abnormal. They were clearly healthy, but they lacked Qi and blood.
It was obvious that someone had beat them to it, and a lot of blood had been drawn from the mother and daughter.
This was Count Castern's fief, and Fang Qingyan was fully responsible for the blood collection in the small town of Bone. However, someone had taken blood from a human without his consent...
Snatching food?
If Fang Qingyan did not care and drew blood again, the mother and daughter would definitely die.
However, if he didn't draw it, the blood food that needed to be handed over wouldn't meet the requirements.
Therefore, he had to interrogate him properly about this matter!
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