Winter is a day without harvest for most northerners, especially in towns near the Helmes Plateau.The demon moon brings not only continuous rain and snow, but also severe cold, hunger and death.But "false legs" White is not the same, every winter, the messenger of the church will come to the door, let him drive to the wolf heart kingdom border to run a few times, the suffering orphans into the carriage, to the old holy city.

This is a good deal, a trip down almost to earn twenty silver wolves, or a good thing to do good deeds.This year's demonic moon is almost to the end, this car should be the last.

"Sir, if you don't go to the carriage, the snow outside will go down for a while, and you don't eat the wind and drink the snow like we do every day, but don't freeze."

"This is nothing," said the messenger, drawing out the wine-pot and filling it, "the new holy city is much colder than here, and on the plateau, the fur and armor can't stop the cold, they are like the omniscessful devils, into all parts of your body."Without the cold pill, it's not really a place for ordinary people to stay."

"You say," nodded White, who had not been to the New Holy City and did not want to go.What is the only place where the ice and the beast are good?But as an experienced coachman, he could find new topics at any time, and the messenger spoke much better than the previous one."Your gloves are made of a special wolf's skin from the western part of the Grey Fort?"

“Oh?You know that?”

"Well, my lord, I've been doing this for thirty years," said White proudly, "first driving for the baron, then for the countess, and even for the little princess of Wolves."If it had not been for an accident and broken his leg, he would probably still be in the count's house.They have nothing else, the golden dragon is more than, what gray castle fur and silverware, Yongdong's jewelry, fjord crafts, as soon as they get on the car said endlessly, listening to the ears are cocooned."

"So it is," said the ambassador, "this is the origin of your nickname?"What kind of accident?”

“It was a riot of the people.The scoundrels can do anything for something to eat.”White spit, "They surrounded the carriage, and in order to protect the countess, I had to rush the horse, and the horse was frightened, and threw me down, and the car overturned."

“So you broke your leg?”The ambassador asked curiously, "Where is the countess?"

"Better than me, the carriage had upholstered and thick quilts, but it was swollen," White said, "and she crawled out and ran and left me on the road."I dragged my broken leg home and spent my savings on a prosthetic leg," he tapped the bronze stick, which was exposed outside his trousers, "but the count's drive out of me on the pretext that I could no longer drive, the damn nobles!"

"It's a pity," said the ambassador, "but the gods have not abandoned you, you are driving for the church now."God's mercy."

“Yes, my lord.God's mercy."No, if God had been merciful, I should not have let me have such a thing, White thought, it did not save me when I needed it most.

At this moment, the girl's cry came from the car.

“Stop a little.”

White trudged the reins, and the two horses gradually stopped, and the ambassador jumped out of the car and went around to the back of the carriage.Soon, the sound of a whip waving sounded in the car.

Poor boy, he sighed, endure, this is your savior.There is no messenger, you can't even survive this winter, and you will only become unattended corpses in the streets.

Soon, the ambassador came back and climbed into the carriage, "Let's go."

“You are seated.Driving!”White shook the reins, and the carriage moved again.“They all come from all over the kingdom of Wolves?”

"Almost all the churches in the towns of the kingdom will house some orphans, especially in the winter when there is a shortage of food and clothing, and the people we will receive will be many times more.The monks of the church alone could not care, so they would also entrust the car dealership to hire some reputable coachmen to help us transport them.You've done a great job, White, and I've been very kind to you in my office."

"It is my pleasure to be involved in such good deeds," said White, with a flower in his mouth, "and will they all be sent to the monastery, my lord?"Forgive me for saying that although they are orphans, their character is different.Some people, although they are not old, have done anything, will such a person pollute the holy place?"

“God will make a ruling that even if they are guilty, they will have access to salvation.”

"Yes?"That's a good thing."White looked up and looked up, “It’s not too late, my lord, do we want to spend the night in the next town?”Tomorrow, if the weather is good, we should be able to reach the Old Holy City at noon.”

The ambassador said, "Find a hotel, take the yard, you can stop the carriage."You go and prepare food for them."

“Good!”White should.

This town is the only way for the Wolves Kingdom to travel to the old holy city, he is not the first time to come, the familiar road soon found the inn where the previous frequent accommodation.He drove the carriage into the yard, and he took the money from the messenger and went to buy food for the orphans.As always, sweet potato porridge is the most suitable choice, cheap and taste good.After watching them finish the porridge, White limped back to the inn, asked for a portion of butter bread, and nibbled up in front of the bar.As for the messenger, there must be a better place.

If he had not broken his leg ten years ago, he would have gone to the tavern to order a glass of wine and find someone to throw a few dice - he was always good at that time.Now . . . White touched the purse in his arms, or went back to his room early to rest.

In the evening, he heard some noise in the yard.As he got up and lifted the curtains, White saw the drunken messenger, opening the lock of the carriage door and drilling in.Two orphans were removed from the inside.Behind him stood two men, looking at the appearance of a noble dress.

White put down the curtains and went back to the warm bed.

This is not the first time I have seen this, and the ambassador has often done it.Living is the greatest luck, he thought, compared to the pain of the moment, or to endure it.When you arrive at the Holy City, you will have a new life.At least in the monastery, there is no need to worry about hunger and freezing.White yawned and fell asleep.

At dawn, he moved on with the ambassador.The road went very well, and the two arrived in the old city half an hour earlier than expected.There was already a chariot waiting for them, and it seemed that the poor people were still some way off, but that had nothing to do with themselves.

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

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

The ambassador did not answer, and waved his hand to signal him to leave.

White noticed that there were several other carriages besides him doing the same.Maybe it was from another kingdom?He thought, but a little strange, from the car, it seems that all the girls who got out of the car.When the church adopts orphans, only girls are adopted.

He shook his head, left the questions behind, and drove back.