Chapter 83 The Northland Coachman

Winter is a fruitless day for most Northlanders, especially the towns near the Hermes Plateau. The Demon Moon brings not only continuous rain and snow, but also severe cold, hunger and death. But "Prosthetic Leg" White is different. Every winter, the envoy of the church will come to the door and ask him to drive a few times to the border of the Wolfheart Kingdom to pick up the suffering orphans in a carriage and drive them to the old holy city.

This is a good deal. You can earn almost twenty silver wolves in one trip, and it is a great thing to do good deeds. This year's demon month is almost coming to an end, and this car should be the last time.

"My lord, why don't you stay in the carriage, the snow will fall for a long time outside, you are not like us who 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 devils that penetrate through every hole and penetrate into your body." Every part of it. If there is no dispelling cold pill, it is really not a place for ordinary people to stay there."

"What you said is," White nodded repeatedly. He has never been to the New Holy City, and he does not want to go. What is there to do in a place with only solid ice and evil beasts? However, as an experienced coachman, he can find new topics at any time, and this messenger is much easier to talk to than the previous one. "Your gloves are made of wolf fur, a specialty from the west of Graycastle, right?"

"Oh? You know all this?"

"Hey, my lord, I've been at this job for almost thirty years," White said triumphantly, "first driving for a baron, then a countess, and even a wolf-heart princess. If it wasn't for an accident , I broke my leg, maybe I’m still staying in the Earl’s Mansion now. They have nothing else, there are plenty of golden dragons, such as furs and silverware from Graycastle, jewelry from Eternal Winter, crafts from the Fjords, etc. Che just talked on and on, and it made my ears callous."

"I see," the ambassador nodded. "This is where your nickname came from? What kind of accident happened?"

"Hey, it's a homeless riot. Those villains can do anything to get something to eat." White spat, "At that time, they surrounded the carriage. In order to protect the countess, I had to drive the horse to run wildly, but the horse was injured. I was shocked, threw me down, and the car overturned."

"So you broke your leg?" asked the ambassador curiously. "Where is the countess?"

"It's better than me. There are soft cushions and thick quilts in the car, but it's just bruised," White said angrily. "She crawled out and ran, leaving me on the road. I dragged my broken leg home and spent all The savings gave me an artificial leg," he tapped the copper stick that was exposed outside his trousers, "but the Earl's Mansion kicked me out on the pretext that I can no longer drive, those damned nobles!"

"It's really regrettable," the ambassador paused, "but the gods have not abandoned you, you are now driving for the church. God is merciful."

"Yes, my lord. Heaven is merciful." No, if God is really kind, it shouldn't have happened to me like that, White thought. It didn't save me when I needed it most.

At this time, a girl's cry came from the carriage.

"Stop for a moment."

White tightened the reins, bringing the horses to a gradual halt, and the ambassador jumped out of the carriage and circled behind the carriage. Soon, there was the sound of whips waving in the carriage.

Poor boy, he sighed, bear with it, this is your savior. Without Lord Messenger, you wouldn't even be able to survive this winter, and would only turn into unattended corpses on the streets.

After a while, the ambassador came back and climbed onto the shaft, "Let's go."

"You sit still. Drive!" White shook the reins, and the carriage started 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 when food and clothing are scarce in winter, we will take in several times more people. The monks of the church alone can't take care of them, so we will also entrust the car dealers to hire some reputable children. Excellent coachman, come and help us with the delivery. You have done well, White, and I have given you the credit of my predecessor."

"It is my honor to be able to participate in such a good deed," White grinned, "My lord, will they all be sent to the monastery? Forgive me, although they are all orphans, their character is different. Some people although You are not very old, but you have done everything, will such a person pollute the holy place?"

"The gods will make a verdict. Even if they are guilty, they can still have a chance of redemption."

"Really? That's really a good thing." White raised his head and looked at the sky, "It's getting late, my lord, shall we spend the night in the next town? If the weather is fine tomorrow, we should be able to reach the Old Holy City by noon. "

The ambassador breathed a sigh of relief, "Let's find a hotel with a yard, as long as it can park a carriage. You 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. This is not the first time he has come, and he quickly found the hotel where he often stayed before. 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 share the porridge, White limped back to the hotel, ordered a piece of buttered bread, sat at the bar and ate it. As for the messenger, there must be a better place to go.

If he hadn't broken his leg ten years ago, he would have ordered a glass of wine in a tavern, and then found someone to throw a few dice—he was always lucky at that time. Now... White touched the purse in his arms, and went back to his room early to rest.

In the evening, he heard some noises in the yard. Standing up and lifting the curtain, White saw the drunken Messenger unlock the door of the compartment and get in. After a while, two orphans were dragged out of it. And there were two people standing behind him, both dressed like nobles.

White lowered the curtains and returned to the warm bed.

This is not the first time I have witnessed this kind of thing, and the former ambassador often did it. To be alive is the greatest luck, he thought, rather than suffering for a while, he should endure it. When you arrive in the holy city, you will be able to usher in a brand new life. At least in the monastery, you don't have to worry about starving or freezing. White yawned and fell asleep.

At daybreak, he took the ambassador and continued on his way. The journey went 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. It seemed that these poor ghosts still had a long way to go, but that had nothing to do with him.

"This is your reward." The ambassador threw a cloth bag over.

After taking it, White counted it twice in his palm, and indeed twenty silver wolves are not bad. He bowed his head and said, "I hope to see you again next year."

The ambassador didn't answer, but waved his hand to signal him to leave.

White noticed that besides him there were several other wagons doing the same job. Perhaps it was sent from another kingdom? He thought, but there is one thing that is very strange. It seems that all the people who get out of the car are little girls. When the church adopts orphans, does it only adopt girls?

He shook his head, put these questions behind him, and drove home.

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