The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

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.

whether the official route had a checkpoint before, but since it would only cost

did not want to waste his

his horse

in his mid-thirties was about to let Yolanda pass when

has yet to

mid-thirties was shocked, but he quickly understood what was

to be from a wealthy family and did not have any experience traveling outside, so there was a

Hence, he swiftly nodded.

right, your horse is charged too, and it’ll be more expensive than yours,

pay a toll too?” Yolanda

he was unwilling to argue and took out three fedulings

the warrior in his mid-thirties did

he stared at Yolanda’s money

were also staring at the same thing, and their eyes were flashng with a

of money was not all of Yolanda’s

only get about thirty

fedulings was hundreds

saw the greed in their eyes, and he frowned

you going to let me pass or

his mid-thirties finally regained his senses, and

shocked me! What if I

don’t let me go?” Yolanda

“That’s fine too.

this road, so return the fedulings I gave

the fedulings? Dream on!” The warrior in

step forward, and they

the few men up and down, and

heard Yolanda’s

One of them snorted.

think you

you pass

our bags full of fedulings

we didn’t manage to catch that man,

the men drew out a machete each

check your

no problem, we’ll let

obvious that once Yolanda’s money pouch went to

did not want to argue with these men as he thought they were unworthy of wasting

all, finding the sun-seeker grass was

more the men thought he was

arrogantly and pushing

the thought of that, Yolanda’s