Werewolf wizard.

Chapter 150 Toll Station and Samori Territory
In the Earldom of Samori.

At this moment, because of the chaos, there are refugees everywhere.

It can be seen that this territory has become extremely chaotic.

The soldiers would even randomly stop the people on the road and ask them whether they believed in the God of Law or the God of Storms. If the people did not curse the God of Law and praise the God of Storms, they would be hacked to death and all their property would be robbed.

But this is not just a characteristic of the Samori family.

All Storm Lords, because of their beliefs, treated their subjects harshly in various ways if they did not believe in the same gods as them, and required them to pay extra taxes, perform extra military service, and even pay extra taxes for believing in the God of Law and attending the local church of the God of Law.

However, it is rare to see a family like the Samori family that has gone insane to this extent.

At this moment, the Samori family probably realized that their ruling position was crumbling, and it was just an instinctive outburst of madness.

At this time, the soldiers at the toll booth on the Samori Post Road were intercepting a group of wealthy families who believed in the God of Law, trying to make things difficult for them and force them to hand over some of their property. But soon, a soldier saw Sunan's carriage from a distance.

"That's... that's, that's the carriage of the honorable Storm Lord. On the carriage is the emblem of Earl Peter's family."

"Count Peter?"

The originally domineering soldier's face suddenly showed respect and vigilance.

After all, Sunan's identity in the mortal world is the Storm Lord who represents the God of Storms to rule the mortal world. These soldiers who are born in the Storm Kingdom not only have noble respect for Sunan, but also have religious respect for Sunan's identity.

The carriage stopped in front of the toll booth. A soldier bravely imitated the etiquette of the nobility and saluted, and said nervously: "Respected Count Peter, hello, I am the toll collector appointed by Count Samori."

"It costs three Storm Copper Coins to pass through the toll booth."

"Storm God, I hope you can understand that this is just a rule."

The merchant family nearby was a little agitated because they had just been asked to pay seven Storm Gold Coins, but the Earl only wanted three Storm Copper Coins to pass through.

In the Middle Ages, there was no strict concept of national borders, so it was very common for different lords to travel or pass through other lords' territories, and they could even bring some servants and troops with them.

Of course, if you bring troops into someone else's territory, that person may also bring troops to drive you out.

Therefore, even during this process, there were cases where some lords or knights were suddenly detained by others when passing through other people's territories.

However, this situation is rare, and most people just want the ransom.

It is rare for nobles to kill each other.

Otherwise, it would be easy for the two families to end up in a vicious fight until one of them dies.

Sunan asked Vasily to pay the transit tax, which was only three copper coins. There was no need to worry about it. After hesitating for a while, the soldier at the toll booth felt that he still had to abide by his job responsibilities, so he asked Sunan's carriage: "Lord Count Peter, can you tell me why you entered our territory?"

"Our Lord Earl would welcome you to be his guest."

Vasilyan, sitting in the carriage, immediately scolded him. "Asshole."

"Who are you to ask what Lord Sunan wants to do?"

Two roars of hounds were heard from the carriage.

The toll collector became hesitant and timid. Facing Vasilyan, he suddenly became very scared. He felt that the black-armored knight in front of him not only made him feel majestic, but also extremely terrifying.

"Yes... yes, welcome to Samori Territory, Lord Count Peter."

Sunan's perfunctory voice came from the carriage. "Tell Earl Samori not to worry, I just want to go to the [Monastery of Our Lady of the God of Storms] outside the suburbs of Samori for a pilgrimage." Pilgrimage is the perfect excuse and reason for a lord to enter another lord's territory in this era.

After all, you can't stop others from going on pilgrimage.

The toll collector heaved a sigh of relief, bowed his head to the carriage, and said, "I'm sorry to bother you, Lord Baron Peter."

"Please come in."

"Quickly move the barricades away and let Lord Peter's carriage in."

Vasilyan immediately drove the carriage away.

After Sunan and others left, the soldiers suddenly changed their expressions and looked at the convoy of the rich family who was waiting obediently on the side of the road.

"It's your turn now. Without seven Storm Gold Coins, you can't leave today!"

The old rich man trembled and walked down with the help of his servant. "But I saw that the earl just now only needed to pay three copper coins..."

The toll collector sneered. "He's an earl. Who do you think you are? You're not worthy to compete with him. He only charges three copper coins to enter and exit, but you... I've changed my mind now. I'll charge you at least ten Storm Gold Coins."

"I'm not blackmailing you."

"Lord Samori recently ordered that the army needs funds to suppress you, the untouchables who believe in the God of Law, so you, the untouchables, should bear this part of the military expenses. You have to pay extra taxes."

"In addition, the Count has also ordered that people like you who have some property in Samori cannot leave with your family!"

Many people in the rich family's convoy suddenly looked unhappy.

How on earth could they escape from this hellhole of Samori Territory?
They were not allowed to leave, but if they stayed in this territory, they would be in danger of being robbed by Count Samory's army at any time.

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In Sunan's carriage, Vasilyan drove two superior white-fronted horses and said at the same time: "Lord Sunan, this land has become very chaotic because of stupid lies."

"Lies bring discontent, lies bring war, lies bring people to fight against each other."

"As long as religion is alive, war will never end."

Vasily was shrouded in the magic of death. At this moment, he seemed to have some understanding, so the speed of learning the Language of the Dead meditation method increased greatly.

The whispers of the dead appeared in his ears.

Sunan asked the intelligent computer to check Vasilian's mental power and found that Vasilian's mental power had reached 21.

Sunan said to Vasilyan, "Yeah."

Sunan did not comment on this, because this was Vassilian's unique understanding of the world, so Sunan believed that there was not much difference between evaluating and not evaluating.

Sunan said: "According to what the merchant from the Attica Military District said before, the gathering of petrified witches is deep in the woods ahead."

"Hopefully, by the end of this month, the rally will still take place."

"I just happen to be selling these low-level potions of mine."

Vasilyan said, "Yes, my lord. I will drive the carriage over right away."

(End of this chapter)