The witch thought I am a Demon God

On the mountain road, by the time Wild Boar Knight and his comrades reached the tenth toll station, they were somewhat irritated.

What a troublesome territory, filled with countless toll stations.

By the time they encountered the twelfth and thirteenth toll stations, the Knight Regiment had grown numb to the process. The Wild Boar Knight had his deputy, the Bamboo Rat Knight, repeatedly pay the tolls with gold coins.

Upon reaching the sixteenth toll station, they had paid an astonishing fifteen gold coins in this wretched place.

Although one could say this wasn’t a significant amount for Baron Moro, as his current iron casting business alone could bring in seven to eight hundred gold coins every month.

But for knights who had to pay this transit toll and didn’t have a fixed territory, this was a considerable expense.

The Wild Boar Knight had a grim expression throughout the entire journey, sniffing the air for the scent of the Hearthstone Grand Witch. He had placed his hopes in finding a witch concealed within the territory for their lord, aiming to offset the travel expenses with the reward money.

After the Knight Regiment passed through the final toll station, a soldier from the toll station mounted an elderly horse and caught up with them.

The soldier was stopped by the Bamboo Rat Knight. "The tax has already been paid," the Rat Knight accused sternly, "What else do you want?"

"Ah, you’ve misunderstood, Sir Knight," the soldier responded, lowering his head. "Our Lord has invited the Wild Boar Knight to be a guest at the castle."

"He said that it’s getting late."