Chapter 83: Demon Queen

However, his dream had not even begun to take shape when a slap landed on his face.

Smack!

"Father?" Knocked to the ground by the slap, Tian held his half of his face in pain, looking at his father, who was like a mountain, with a look of grievance and confusion.

" Brat, in this Nation, you can provoke anyone except for one person. Do you need me to tell you who that person is?"

"No, no need, Father. I won't dare to show any disrespect to Her Majesty the Empress again."

Seeing his son crying and apologizing while kowtowing, Charl impatiently waved his hand.

"That's enough. You should go organize manpower for further tax collection and call for donations. We'll stick to the old routine: nobles return seventy percent of their wealth, while commoners hand over thirty percent... alright, let's make it forty percent."