Winter is a harvestless day for most Northlanders, especially towns close to the Hermes Plateau. The Demon Moon brings not only continuous rain and snow, but also severe cold, starvation and death. But the "prosthetic leg" White is different. Every winter, the messenger of the church will come to the door and ask him to drive to the border of Wolfheart Kingdom several times, pick up the orphans who are suffering and take them to the old holy city.
This is a good deal, and you can earn almost twenty silver wolves in one trip. This year's Demon Month is almost coming to an end, and this car should be the last.
"Sir, why don't you stay in the carriage, the snow will be falling for a while outside. You don't eat wind and snow every day, so don't freeze."
"It's nothing," the messenger took out the jug and took a sip. "The new holy city is much colder than here. On the plateau, leather clothes and armor can't keep out the severe cold. They are like pervasive devils, burrowing into your body. Every part of the body. If there is no Quhan Pill, there is really no place for ordinary people to stay."
"What you said," White nodded again and again, he had never been to the New Holy City, and he didn't want to. What is there to go where there is only ice and evil beasts? However, as an experienced coachman, he can always find new topics, and this messenger is much better than the previous one. "Your gloves are made of wolf skins, a specialty product from the western region of Greycastle, right?"
"Oh? You know this?"
"Hey, my lord, I've been doing this for almost thirty years," said White triumphantly, "first for the Baron, then for the Countess, and even for the little Princess Wolfheart. If it weren't for an accident. , I broke my leg, and maybe they are still in the Earl's Palace. They have nothing else, there are so many golden dragons, what are the furs and silverware of Greycastle, the jewelry of Eternal Winter, the handicrafts of the fjords, and so on. The car went on and on, and my ears were calloused."
"I see," the ambassador nodded. "Is this the origin of your nickname? What kind of accident happened?"
"Hey, it was a riot of refugees. Those thugs would do anything to get food." White spat, "At that time, they surrounded the carriage, and I had to rush the horse to gallop to protect the Countess. Surprised, I fell and the car overturned."
"So you broke your leg?" the ambassador asked curiously. "Where's the countess?"
"Better than me, with soft pads and thick quilts in the car, only to be bruised and bruised," White said indignantly. "She crawled out and ran and left me on the road. I dragged my broken leg home and ran out of money. The savings gave me a prosthetic leg." He tapped the copper stick that was exposed outside his trousers, "but the Earl's Court kicked me out on the pretext that I could no longer drive, those damn nobles!"
"It's a pity," the ambassador paused, "but the gods haven't abandoned you, you're driving for the church now. God is merciful."
"Yes, my lord. God is merciful." No, if God was merciful, it wouldn't have allowed me to suffer like that, White thought, and it didn't save me when I needed it the most.
At this time, a girl's cry came from the carriage.
"Stop for a moment."
White tugged on the reins and the two horses came to a stop, and the ambassador jumped out of the carriage and circled to the back of the carriage. Soon, the sound of whips waving sounded in the carriage.
Poor boy, he sighed, bear with it, this is your saviour. Without the messenger, you can't even survive this winter, and you will only become unattended corpses on the streets.
After a while, the ambassador came back, climbed into the cab, "Let's go."
"Sit tight. Drive!" White shook the reins, and the carriage began to move again. "They all come from all over the Wolfheart Kingdom?"
"Almost, the churches in every town in the kingdom will take in some orphans, especially in winter when food and clothing are in short supply, we will take in many times more people. The monks of the church alone can't take care of them, so we will also entrust car dealers to hire some creditworthy people. Good coachman, come and help us deliver. You're doing well, White, and I've got a lot of credit for you in my presidency."
"It's my honor to participate in such a good deed," White's mouth grinned, "Sir, will they all be sent to the monastery? Forgive me, although they are all orphans, but their character is different. He is young, but he has done everything, will such a person pollute the holy place?"
"The gods will rule, and even if they are guilty, they will have a chance at redemption."
"Really? That's really a good thing." White raised his head and looked at the sky, "It's getting late, my lord, should we spend the night in the next town? If the weather is good tomorrow, we should be able to reach the Old Holy City by noon. "
The ambassador sighed, "Find a hotel with a yard, as long as the carriage can be parked. Go and prepare food for them."
"Okay!" White replied.
This town is the only way for the Wolfheart Kingdom to go to the old holy city. It is not the first time he has come here. He is familiar with the road and quickly finds the hotel where he often stayed before. After driving the carriage into the yard, he took the coins from the messenger and went to buy food for the orphans. As always, sweet potato porridge is the most suitable choice, cheap and tastes good. After watching them divide the porridge, White limped back to the hotel, asked for a piece of butter bread, and sat down at the bar to nibble. As for the messenger, there must be a better place.
If he hadn't broken his leg ten years ago, he would have gone to the tavern to order a glass of wine and have someone throw a few dice—he was always lucky. Now... White touched the purse in his arms, let's go back to the room early to rest.
In the evening, he heard some noise in the yard. Getting up and raising the curtains, White saw the drunken messenger unlock the door of the carriage and get in. After a while, two orphans were dragged out of it. And there are two people standing behind him, who are dressed like nobles.
White lowered the curtains and went back to the warm bed.
This is not the first time I have witnessed this kind of thing, and the former ambassador often does this. Being alive is the greatest luck, he thought, he should endure it rather than suffering for a while. When you reach the Holy City, you will be able to usher in a new life. At least in the monastery, there is no need to worry about starvation and freezing. White yawned and fell asleep.
At dawn, he rode the ambassador on his way. The journey went very smoothly, and the two arrived at the Old Holy City half an hour earlier than expected. There was already a church carriage waiting for them there. It seemed that these poor ghosts still had a long way to go, but that had nothing to do with them.
"This is your reward." The ambassador threw a cloth bag over.
After White took it, he counted it twice in the palm of his hand. It was indeed twenty silver wolves. He nodded and bowed: "I hope to see you again next year."
The ambassador did not answer, but waved his hand to signal him to leave.
White noticed that besides him, there were several other carriages doing the same job. Perhaps it was sent from another kingdom? He thought, but it was a little strange that the people who got out of the car seemed to be little girls. When the church adopts orphans, does it only adopt girls
He shook his head, put those questions behind him, and drove home.