Wizards: Starting as a Potions Master!

Chapter 150 Tollbooths and Samori Territory

Within the territory of the Earl of Samori.

At this moment, due to the chaos, there are refugees everywhere.

It is clear that this territory has descended into utter chaos.

The soldiers would even randomly intercept the people on the road, interrogating them about whether they believed in the God of Law or the God of Storms. If the people did not curse the God of Law or praise the God of Storms, they would be killed on the spot and all their belongings would be robbed.

However, this is not just a characteristic of the Samori family, but of just one family.

All the storm lords, because of their beliefs, treated their subjects who did not believe in the same god with various forms of mistreatment. They demanded extra taxes, extra military service, and even extra taxes for those who joined the local church of the God of Law in order to worship him.

However, it is rare to see a family as insane as the Samori family.

At this moment, the Samori family was probably just acting out of instinctive madness, realizing that their rule was crumbling.

At this moment, the soldiers at the tollbooth on the Samori route were intercepting a caravan of wealthy people who believed in the God of Law, intending to make things difficult for them and force them to part with some valuables. But soon, a soldier spotted Su Nan's carriage in the distance.

"That is...that is, that is the carriage of the noble Storm Lord, with the coat of arms of the Earl Peter family on it."

"Count Peter?"

The once arrogant soldiers immediately showed respect and vigilance.

After all, Su Nan's identity in the mortal realm is that of the Storm Lord, who represents the Storm God and rules the mortal world. These soldiers, who are from the Storm Kingdom, not only have the reverence for Su Nan as a nobleman, but also the religious respect for Su Nan's identity.

The carriage stopped in front of the tollbooth. A soldier, mustering his courage, imitated the etiquette of nobles and bowed, saying somewhat nervously, "Your Excellency Earl Peter, I am the toll collector appointed by Earl Samory."

"It will cost three Storm Copper Coins to pass through the tollbooth."

"By the God of Storms, I hope you can understand that this is just a rule."

The merchant family standing nearby was a bit agitated because they had just been asked to pay seven Storm Gold Coins, but the Earl wanted to cross the border and only asked for three Storm Copper Coins.

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 the lands of other lords, and they could even bring some squires and troops with them.

Of course, if you lead your troops into someone else's territory, they might also lead their troops and drive you out.

Therefore, even during this process, there were instances where lords or knights were suddenly detained by others when passing through their territory.

However, this situation is rare; most people just want a ransom.

It is rare for nobles to kill each other.

Otherwise, it could easily lead to a vicious conflict between the two families, a fight to the death.

Sunan had Vasilyan pay the transit tax, which was only three copper coins and not worth arguing about. After some hesitation, the tollbooth soldier decided to uphold his duty and asked Sunan's carriage, "Count Peter, could you tell me what brings you into our territory?"

"Our Earl would be very happy to have you as a guest."

Vasilyan, sitting in the carriage, immediately scolded him. "You scoundrel!"

"Who are you to ask Lord Su Nan what he wants?"

Two howls of hunting dogs came from inside the carriage.

The toll collector became hesitant and timid. Facing Vasilyan, he suddenly felt very afraid, feeling not only awe but also immense terror from the black-armored knight before him.

"Yes...yes, welcome to the territory of Samori, Count Peter."

From inside the carriage came Su Nan's dismissive voice. "Tell Earl Samori not to worry, I'm just going on a pilgrimage to the [Mother of the Storm God's Monastery] outside Samori."

Pilgrimage was the perfect excuse and reason for a lord to enter the territory of another lord in this era.

After all, you can't stop people from going on pilgrimages.

The toll collector breathed a sigh of relief, bowed to the carriage, and said, "I apologize for disturbing you, Lord Peter."

"Please come in."

"Quickly move the wooden barricades so that Lord Peter's carriage can go in."

Vasilyan immediately drove the carriage away.

After Su Nan and the others left, the soldiers immediately changed their expressions and looked at the wealthy family's convoy, which was obediently waiting by the roadside.

"Your turn. No one's leaving here today without seven Storm Coins!"

The wealthy old man, trembling, descended the steps with the help of his servant. "But I saw that the count only needed to pay three copper coins..."

The toll collector sneered. "He's an earl, after all. What are you to compare yourself to him? He only needs three copper coins to enter and exit, but you... I've changed my mind. I'll charge you at least ten Storm Coins."

"I'm not trying to extort you."

"Lord Samori recently ordered that the army needs funds because it is necessary to suppress you lowly people who believe in the God of Law. Therefore, you lowly people should bear this part of the military expenses. You will have to pay extra taxes."

"Furthermore, the Earl has decreed that those of you who own property in Samori are not allowed to leave with your families!"

Many people in the wealthy family's convoy immediately turned pale.

How exactly are they going to escape this hellish place called Samori Territory?

They can't leave, but staying in this territory means there's always the danger of being robbed by Count Samori's army.

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In Sunan's carriage, Vasilyan, driving two fine white horses, said, "Lord Sunan, this land has become extremely chaotic because of foolish lies."

"Lies breed discontent, lies breed war, lies breed infighting."

"As long as religion exists, war will never end."

Vasily was enveloped in the magic of death, and at that moment, he seemed to have gained some insight, thus greatly increasing his learning speed of the Words of the Dead meditation technique.

The whispers of the dead reached his ears.

Su Nan had the AI ​​check Vasily's mental strength and found that Vasily's mental strength had actually reached 21.

Sunan replied to Vasilyan, "Hmm."

Su Nan neither agreed nor disagreed with this, because it was Vasilyan's unique perception of the world, so Su Nan believed that there was little difference between evaluating it and not evaluating it.

Sunan said, "According to the merchant from the Attica military region, the gathering of petrifying witches is deep in the woods over there."

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

"I'll just sell these low-level potions of mine."

Vasilyan replied, "Yes, my master. I will drive the carriage there immediately."

(End of this chapter)