As Yolanda used a shape-shifting inscription, he appeared to be a young man around 20 years old.
Holding a white horse with a knife on his waist, he looked like someone from a noble family, and no one would relate him to Maurina from Evergreen Town.
After leading the horse forward for a while, Yolanda suddenly discovered a checkpoint on the official road toward the mountain.
However, this road was not only the access toward the Dark Cloud Forest’s outback, but it was also leading toward other towns.
He looked over and saw around seven people blocking at the checkpoint, and it seemed like they were arguing about something.
Yolanda led the horse toward them and heard one of the men say, ‘We’ve never heard that we need to pay to get there.’
The people who set up the checkpoint were four warriors.
Facing the few ordinary men, the martial artists sounded more righteous.
One of the warriors, who appeared to be in his mid-thirties, sneered.
Then, he poked at a man’s chest.
The person who spoke just now immediately retreated a few steps back, covering his chest as he kept gasping for air.
He was unable to say a word.
When the others saw the warrior made a move, their faces immediately changed.
At the end of the day, they were still ordinary people, and were not a match for a warrior, let alone four.
Realizing that they were frightened, the warrior laughed grimly.
“You might not have heard it before, but you’re hearing it now.
We’re also reasonable people, so you’ll just need to pay two fedulings for each person to get in.
Otherwise, you can choose to take a detour.
We didn’t set a roadblock there.”
Hearing what the warrior said, the few men showed a bitter expression.
A detour might sound simple, but in truth, they would need to bypass most of the Dark Cloud Forest, which would take about at least half a month.
They wanted to argue and reason, but when the few warriors glared at them, they did not dare to say anything.
Then, they shakingly passed more than a dozen fedulings, and hurriedly walked away from the checkpoint.
Yolanda queued behind the group of people.
He was unsure whether the official route had a checkpoint before, but since it would only cost him two fedulings, it was affordable now.
Moreover, he did not want to waste his time here, so he had readied his money.
Once the few ordinary people passed through, Yolanda led his horse forward and passed two fedulings to the warrior.
The warrior in his mid-thirties was about to let Yolanda pass when his other mate looked at Yolanda and smiled.
“Your horse has yet to pay the toll.”
The warrior in his mid-thirties was shocked, but he quickly understood what was going on.
This boy seemed to be from a wealthy family and did not have any experience traveling outside, so there was a chance for them to strike a fortune.
Hence, he swiftly nodded.
“That’s right, your horse is charged too, and it’ll be more expensive than yours, three fedulings.”
“A horse needs to pay a toll too?” Yolanda frowned.
He knew that they were treating him as an easy target, but he was unwilling to argue and took out three fedulings for the man.
However, the warrior in his mid-thirties did not take the fedulings.
Instead, he stared at Yolanda’s money pouch without blinking.
The three other warriors were also staring at the same thing, and their eyes were flashng with a strange light.
Although the bag of money was not all of Yolanda’s property, there were still at least 5000 fedulings in it.
The warriors would usually only get about thirty fedulings each day at the checkpoint here.
Hence, Yolanda’s pouch full of fedulings was hundreds of times more than their daily extortion!
Yolanda saw the greed in their eyes, and he frowned deeper.
“Hey! Are you going to let me pass or not?”
The warrior in his mid-thirties finally regained his senses, and he glared at Adrian.
“Why are you shouting?! You shocked me! What if I don’t let you go?”
“What if you don’t let me go?” Yolanda swept his gaze at the man.
“That’s fine too.
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