Chapter 227: The Promised Date
Leonhardt wore a loose brown tunic and simple pants. Even though his clothes lacked elegance, they couldn’t hide his overflowing charm. Beside him, Zafira wore a simple summer dress with blue flowers and trim.
"Are you sure walking around Luka is enough?"
"Of course, Leon."
Hands together, fingers interlocked.
They held each other tightly. The pair appeared to be a young couple, possibly even newlyweds, taking a romantic stroll through the city. However, it was clear that they were on a date; they were inspecting the buildings, shops, and facilities, with Zafira answering all his questions.
"How is the earnings from this place?"
Zafira leaned against his chest, tapping his muscles before she answered. "Ten gold a month, with the low tax and rent, it’s seven gold profit, one gold for staff and wages, and the rest goes to you."
Leonhardt nodded and looked at the bakery; he could see people coming in and out like ants. "Increase the amount of sweet sap from the trees for this bakery and use half their tax to improve the city’s sanitation and protection."
"It seems we may have to increase the tax rate soon."
"But won’t that make everyone angry?"
Zafira’s lips curled into a smirk, her tail swaying under her dress as she gripped Leonhardt tightly. "Do you think it makes sense for the people to get richer thant heir master?" Her soft lips touched his as she pulled back with a smile.
"Zafira, don’t increase taxes for those who excel and do well. That’s my order; we have the money, and the dungeon provides an endless amount... I want ALL my people to be happy."