"I'm fine, you don't have to worry, but then again, if that old man doesn't know how to advance and retreat, and does something more excessive on my territory, you'd better be careful of his old bones!" Frank said murderously.

"Palatina, you stay here with Frank, don't let him do anything stupid, and Mr. Fogel and I will go back and check the situation, and try to persuade the uninvited guest to leave." Porfa's arrangement was approved by Palatina, and when he and Jacob returned to the banquet hall, they happened to encounter a scene that made people laugh and cry.

Old man Grigory stood in front of the door and shouted to the frightened crowd in the hall: "I have brought you some guests who will make this dinner even more worthy of its name." Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly raised the golden "Shelter Scepter" and released the large group of stray dogs that had been preloaded into the half-plane inside the scepter.

Hundreds of wild dogs of all colors appeared out of thin air in the palatial banquet hall, barking and scurrying around, jumping on the table to fight for food, the ornate champagne tower was knocked over, and countless exquisite goblets were shattered in an instant, and glass shards were everywhere. The hall was in chaos, and the screams of women came and went.

"You can't do that! Your Excellency Gregory, this is too much, too unseemly! Frank was not present, and Jacob Fogel, as half the host of the banquet tonight, had to stand up to the villain.

"Hmph, you fat-brained guy, are you embarrassed to say 'decent'?" Gregory raised his scepter and rubbed it against the banker's belly, causing him to leap backwards in fright, closing the distance between him and the angry "old goat".

"Jacob, look at yourselves, what a big show, drunkenness, extravagance, and the blasphemy of the devil of the Nine Hells is nothing more than that! Aren't you guys afraid of being punished for doing such a depraved thing in the church of our lord Pero?! The old saint shouted angrily.

"You're going too far to say that, in fact we're hosting a charity dinner...... Well, at least that's not a bad thing. Jacob said with a cold sweat in his heart.

"Put away your lies, I've already seen through what you've done! Look at your belly, this corrupt belly disgusts me! As he spoke, the old saint strode in on Jacob, trying to reinforce his denunciation of his depraved life by poking him in the belly with the head of his staff, while the banker tried not to let him succeed, dodging left and right with agility that did not match his size, and narrowly avoided the old saint's attack.

"Don't you hypocrites feel guilty that at least 30,000 peasants in the empire are starving, and that the Far East is already burning with rebellion, and that you degenerate fellows are indifferent to this, and hold extravagant feasts in the name of collecting donations for stray dogs?" The old saint's rebuke became more severe, "If you continue to be so unbridled and greedy for pleasure, sooner or later the catastrophe that happened in the Far East will also be staged in the Holy City, and no one will be able to save you then, so it is too late to repent now!" ”

Bite! Jacob Fogel grabbed a silver dinner plate to block the scepter rubbing towards the navel, and took the time to defend loudly: "Your Excellency Gregory, the rebellion in the Far East is the responsibility of the Imperial Cabinet, and it is not the turn of us ordinary people to express our opinions, let alone be responsible for it, we only need to take care of our own lives and make some contributions to social welfare undertakings under the premise of our ability, even if we are worthy of conscience!" ”

"Conscience? Could it be that the Fogels still have that kind of thing? If you hadn't already sold your conscience to the devil, how could you be embarrassed to evade taxes in the name of charitable fundraising? Didn't you come here to spend ten thousand gold dugs on the so-called honorary priesthood certificate so that you could put on the sacrificial robe and impersonate the priesthood when necessary? What you are doing is completely ruining the reputation of the Holy See! ”

The accusations of the old saints have exposed the inside story of this so-called charity dinner.

The annual "Puai Palace" charity dinner is actually an annual meeting to distribute the spoils of the "honorary pastor" vouchers. The person who buys the certificate does not dispel the undead at all, nor does it have any magic at all, but can still put on a sacrificial robe and call himself a priest, so that he is jokingly called "Pheasant Priest" by those who know the inside story.

The title "Pheasant Priest" is not good, but it is very affordable. The people who buy the honorary priest certificate do not intend to take their faith and life seriously like a real pastor, but only to get the same treatment as the pastor who is exempt from personal income tax, and the "pheasant priests" are mostly businessmen, bankers and factory owners, this group has the highest income level, bears the heaviest tax burden, and has the strongest incentive to evade taxes. In the case of Jacob Fogel, his holdings of national bonds and stocks alone can bring in dividends of no less than five million a year, and according to the imperial tax law, he should pay at least 2 million gold duggards of personal income tax (including capital gains tax), but he only needs to get an honorary priesthood certificate from Frank, and only spend 10,000 gold dugs to achieve the purpose of legal tax avoidance.

In the face of Gregory's accusations, the banker, instead of feeling guilty, became angry, and loudly defended himself and his fellow travelers in the banquet hall: "Your Excellency, I have to point out that your accusations are full of bias, we have already paid income tax for our own business, why should we pay another personal income tax?" It's like shearing a sheep twice, which doesn't make sense at all! If you want me to say that the tax law of the empire can no longer meet the needs of modern industrial and commercial development, it must be revised by major surgery, either only corporate income tax or only personal income tax, not both, otherwise it will be too unfair to those of us who work hard to do business! ”

Fogel's words immediately resonated in the hall, and the people forgot for a moment their fear of the old saint and applauded him.

Since it involves tax issues, the Count Muller, Prime Minister and Chief Chancellor of the Exchequer, can not continue to pretend to be deaf and dumb, and stands up and says with a wry smile: "To be honest, our empire is only superficial, compared with the vast territory and hundreds of millions of people, the fiscal revenue is pitifully small, the deficit has soared year after year, and the cabinet has to live carefully in this embarrassing situation. ”

Old man Gregory is an authority in the religious world, and he still holds the "Perot Foundation", the largest "magic bank" in the world of Vares, but he is not proficient in secular knowledge such as finance and taxation, and when he heard Fogel's defense and Count Müller's complaint, his face softened slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "Even if the tax is reduced, the tax reduction for the farmer should be given priority, the tax pressure on the landlord will be reduced, and the rent collected from the tenant farmers will also be reduced, and the situation of the peasants will improve, and they will not rise up to make trouble." Only then can the country achieve a stable order. ”