Lord: Marry the villain's daughter at the beginning?

Chapter 441: What We Saw at the Post Station

At this time, Isa was in an inn somewhere in the countryside of Anjou.

Although transportation in Anjou is not as convenient as in Capet, and its infrastructure and roads are very backward, with dirt roads and gravel roads everywhere in the countryside, it is not as bad as Isa had imagined. At least Alberto had built a number of post stations for transmitting information, and the roads connecting these post stations were relatively smooth.

However, Anjou was still dominated by aristocratic politics, especially after Alberto left. These post stations were gradually controlled by local nobles, who even dared to set up checkpoints at the post stations to collect tolls, and used the maintenance of the operation of the post stations as a cover to avoid investigation by officials sent by the empire.

Whether in Anjou or the current Empire, there is no such thing as tolls at post stations. You only need to pay the post station if you want to rest and eat at the post station. But in these rural post stations, tolls are just the basics. If you want to eat and stay overnight, you have to pay extra.

But for those country nobles, not only are tolls not charged, but even food and lodging are free. Moreover, these nobles can squeeze out the accommodation space of those who really spend money. Even the messengers who use the post stations seriously do not live as well as those nobles.

Isa was dressed in ordinary clothes, sitting in the inn, carefully observing the group of nobles who were passing by and partying in the inn.

Originally, Isa was going to dress up as a village girl, but what village girl would have such a fierce aura, and would she also have two servants with her? Although it could be explained as fellow villagers, Isa didn't look like an ordinary village girl. Even though the two servants had good acting skills, it made Isa look even more out of place.

So in the end, Isa just went with the flow and disguised herself as a businessman's daughter. With the fake identity provided by Lind, almost no one suspected Isa along the way.

Except for Isa, all the other people in the inn were children of nobles. Even though they were a group of country nobles, the inn did not dare to neglect them. It was obvious that the meals of those children of nobles were much better than those of ordinary travelers like Isa, and they didn't have to pay. The inn, which was supposed to be a place for people to rest, was turned into a tavern by these children of nobles, with noisy sounds everywhere.

Looking at the delicacies on the table of the inn that ordinary people could not even eat, and the fine wines on the counter that were obviously not for ordinary travelers, Isa understood why, during the investigation, the prices of the inns in Anjou were getting higher and higher every year, but they were still losing money year after year.

Even if the income of the post station increased several times, it would not be able to sustain the extravagance of these nobles. Those nobles sang and danced in a large open space in the hall of the post station, while people like Isa who only paid tolls could only huddle in a corner.

At this time, an ignorant nobleman came to Isa, seemingly inviting her to dance, but Isa slapped his hand back. Unexpectedly, the nobleman became even more excited and said, "Okay, you have guts. I like people like you who can resist!"

Isa seemed not to have heard the noble's dirty words, and asked back, "Do you usually arrest people like this at the post station?"

The noble wanted to step forward but was stopped by the two servants beside Isa. Hearing Isa's words, the other nobles also stopped and looked over here with a look of surprise.

"So what?" the noble said disdainfully, "How many people would beg me to spend a night with them in my warm guest room?"

The other nobles also laughed, but Isa said, "Neither the imperial law nor the original Angevin law stipulates that post stations can collect tolls without authorization."

Isa looked at the group of silent nobles and said, "But this post station not only charges tolls to the passengers, but also does not charge you for food and lodging, right? You noble families not only take public property for yourselves, but also turn it into a tool for your exploitation."

Just as Isa was about to continue, an old lady sitting in the noble area stood up and said, "Miss, you are exaggerating. We are just travelers passing through, and we have a few small privileges. After all, if we don't have these privileges, how can the world feel the glory of our nobility?"

The lady looked at the freshly baked bread on her table and said, "And this doesn't cost much."

At the same time, the guards around the noble lady quietly put their hands on their weapons.

Seeing that the atmosphere was unusually cold, the waitress on the side kindly pulled Issa's clothes and whispered, "It's the local Randolph family. Miss, please admit your mistake."

But Isa ignored it and asked, "Are there any officials recently sent by the empire around here?"

"Humph!"

Hearing what Isa said, the noble lady thought that Isa had placed her hopes on those officials. She snorted coldly and said, "I don't know what the officials of the empire are, but Bunier, our Randolph family treats you well, right?"

A noble who had been sitting among the nobles and was wearing half-light armor stood up.

"Yes ma'am."

"Bez, we should be old allies."

A young noble also came to the old woman and said, "For the ancient covenant."

"Jason, we funded the armor your father wore on the battlefield."

A warrior with a sturdy build, who didn't look like a noble at all, also came in front of the lady.

"At your service."

The roll call continued, and more than half of the nobles in the inn stood up and gathered around the old woman.

The old woman looked up and said, "Young man, if you want to get involved in society, you need to have power and background, and don't just act on short-term gratification."

In this place where information is blocked, the Randolph family is the king in name only.

But when the old woman finished speaking, she found that Isa was holding a small notebook and recording something.

"what are you writing?"

The old woman was a little puzzled. She had never seen anyone who could remain calm in such a situation.

"Of course, those noble families you just named."

Isa closed her notebook and said, "I believe the new officials will be happy to see this achievement."

After saying that, Isa stood up and prepared to leave.

Just as the old woman was about to take action, she found that other people in the inn also stood up.

These travelers who were originally hunched over suddenly became tall and straight, and their movements were in unison.

The nobles surrounding the old woman realized what was happening after hearing the click of bullets being loaded among the travelers.

"correct."

Isa turned around and stretched out her hand to the waitress who reminded her: "Come over here too, and be a witness."

In the blink of an eye, the bustling post station was reduced to just this group of nobles who were partying a moment ago.

The noble children who had been singing and dancing not long ago were all stunned at this moment. Those nobles who had some experience seemed to understand something and wanted to escape back to tell their families, but their legs were shaking without any reason.

"Grandma? What's wrong with you? Go stop that woman!"

The noble man who had just invited Isa to dance was still coquettishly saying, "Such a beautiful woman, you won't be able to find her again if you leave!"

The old woman looked at her grandson who was still acting like a spoiled child in front of her and wanted to say something, but the words were stuck in her throat.

She might not know what the sound of a musket being loaded sounded like, but when the group of people left just now, she saw the priest robe hidden under the traveler's robe by the woman's servant. The robe with that pattern and color was something the old woman had only seen once when she accompanied her husband to the royal capital. That was a class that the Randolph family would never be able to curry favor with in their entire lives.

Who can have a priest from the Church of the God of War as his attendant?

This is no longer just kicking a steel plate, but kicking into the lava.