Winter is a day of no harvest for most Northlanders, especially in the towns close to the Hermes plateau. The Demon Moon brings not only continuous rain and snow, but also cold, hunger, and death. But "False 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 the Wolfheart Kingdom a few times, pick up the suffering orphans in a carriage, and take them to the old holy city.

This is a good deal, and you can earn almost twenty silver wolves in one trip, which is still a good thing to accumulate virtue and do good. This year's Demon Moon is almost coming to an end, and this one should be the last.

"My lord, why don't you go and stay in the carriage, it will be snowing outside for a while, you don't eat and drink snow like us every day, don't freeze. ”

"It's nothing," the messenger took out a flask and took a sip, "the New Holy City is much colder than here, on the plateau, leather clothes and armor can't stop the cold, they are like all-pervasive devils, burrowing into all parts of your body. Without the Hearth's Warming Pill, it was really not a place for ordinary people to stay. ”

"You're saying," White nodded repeatedly, he hadn't been to the New Holy City, and he didn't want to. What is there to go in a place where there is only ice and evil beasts?, but as an experienced coachman, he can always find something new to talk about, and this messenger is much better spoken than the previous one. "Your gloves are made from wolf skin, a specialty from the western realm of Grey Keep, right?"

"Oh, you know all this?"

"Hey, my lord, I've been doing this for almost thirty years," said Wright, triumphantly, "first for the Baron, then for the Countess, and even for the little princess of the wolfheart." If it hadn't been for an accident and broken his leg, maybe he would still be in the Earl's Court. They had nothing else, but there were so many golden dragons, the furs and silverware of the Grey Castle, the jewels of Eternal Winter, the crafts of the fjord, and as soon as they got in the car, they talked endlessly, and their ears were calloused. ”

"I see," the ambassador nodded, "that's where your nickname came from, and what kind of accident happened?"

"Hey, it's a riot of the homeless. Those scoundrels can do anything to get something to eat. White spat out, "They surrounded the carriage, and I had to rush the horse to gallop to protect the countess, but the horse was frightened and threw me down, and the cart overturned." ”

"And you broke your leg?" asked the ambassador curiously, "what about the Countess?"

"Better than me, with soft cushions and thick quilts in the carriage, but her nose and face were swollen," White said indignantly, "and she crawled out and ran, leaving me on the road." I dragged my broken leg home, and spent all my savings to get myself a prosthetic leg," he tapped the brass stick that was exposed to his trousers, "but the Earl's Court kicked me out on the excuse that I couldn't drive anymore, you damned nobles!"

"It's a pity," the ambassador paused, "but the gods haven't abandoned you, and you're driving for the church now." Heaven is merciful. ”

"Yes, sir. Heaven is merciful. "No, if God had been merciful, he shouldn't have let me happen to me, White thought, and it didn't save me when I needed it most.

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

"Stop. ”

White tugged on the reins and let the two horses come to a halt, and the ambassador jumped out of the carriage and circled around the back of the carriage. Soon, the sound of whips waving sounded in the carriage.

Poor boy, he sighed, bear with me, this is your savior. Without the Emissary, you won't even survive this winter, and you'll just be left unattended corpses on the streets.

After a while, the ambassador walked back, climbed into the wheel, and said, "Let's go." ”

"You sit tight. Drive!" White shook the reins, and the carriage moved again. "They're all from all over the Wolf's Heart Kingdom?"

"Churches in every town in the kingdom will take in some orphans, especially in the winter when food and clothing are scarce, and we will take in many times more people. The monks of the church alone can't take care of it, so they will also ask the car dealer to hire some reputable coachmen to help us transport it. You've done a great job, White, and I've been very good at you. ”

"It is my honor to be a part of such a good deed," said White, "my lord, will they all be sent to the convent? Some people are not very old, but they have done everything, will such people pollute the holy land?"

"The gods will make a judgment, and even if they are guilty, they will have a chance at redemption. ”

"Really? That's a good thing. White looked up and looked at the sky, "It's not early, my lord, should we spend the night in the next town?" ”

The ambassador sighed, "Find a hotel, with a yard, you can park the carriage." You go and get food for them. ”

"Good!" White replied.

This town is the only way for the Wolfheart Kingdom to get to the old holy city, and it is not the first time he has come, and he is familiar with the way and quickly finds the inn where he used to stay. Driving the carriage into the courtyard, he took the money from the messenger and went to buy food for the orphans. As always, sweet potato porridge is the most suitable option, it is cheap and tastes good. After watching them divide the porridge, White limped back to the inn, asked for a butter bread, and sat down at the bar to nibble on it. As for the messenger, there must be a better place to go.

Ten years ago, when he hadn't broken his leg, he would have gone to the tavern and ordered a glass of wine and someone to throw a few dice—he had always had good luck back then. The current word...... White touched the money bag in his arms, and it was better to go back to his room and rest early.

In the evening, he heard a noise in the courtyard. Rising up and lifting the curtains, White saw the drunken messenger unlock the carriage door and get inside. In a short time, two orphans were dragged out of it. And there were two people standing behind him, looking like they were all dressed like nobles.

White lowered the curtains and returned to the warm bed.

This is not the first time this kind of thing has been witnessed, and it has often been done by previous ambassadors. Being alive is the greatest luck, he thought, rather than the pain of the moment, it is better to endure it. When you arrive in 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 cold. White yawned and fell into a deep sleep.

As soon as dawn came, he took the ambassador and moved on. 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, and it seemed that the poor ghosts still had some way to go, but that was none of their business.

"It's your pay. The ambassador tossed a cloth bag.

White took it and counted it twice in his palm, and it was indeed twenty silver wolves. He nodded and bent over, "I hope to see you again next year." ”

The ambassador did not reply, waving his hand for him to leave.

White noticed that in addition to him, several other wagons were doing the same job. Maybe it was sent from another kingdom?, he thought, but it was strange that the people who got out of the car seemed to be little girls. When the church adopts orphans, does it adopt only girls?

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