"No!"
Murphy said in a deep voice,
"Don't even think about it! In the face of the Black Disaster, do we really want to engage in such corrupt practices that numb the heart? Are we so eager to die swiftly? It's true that wealth tempts the soul, making fools ignore the looming threat at their doorstep, all for the sake of clinging desperately to their pouches of Gold Coins just before plunging into Hell.
Milian, you and Professor Malcolm need to discuss this again and finalize the matter of the casino licenses.
I cannot tolerate gambling establishments blossoming all over Transylvania, especially with the Blood Rat Gang—keep a close eye on them. If they dare to overreach, cut off their claws immediately!"
"That's the second thing I wanted to tell you; we now need a Tax Officer,"
Milian said.
"We are training our own Tax Officers, but they have a long way to go before they are ready. The sudden boom of Treasure Bay will definitely spur other imitators.
