book of old days

Chapter 133 Professionals
A horse-drawn carriage speeds along the snow-covered road.

The driver was a man in a black woolen trench coat, with a thick scarf around his head, a thick top hat on his head, and a lever-action repeating rifle on the co-pilot's seat.

In the compartment of the carriage sat another man, wearing the same black woolen trench coat, the same top hat, and the same repeating rifle.

Anyone who saw such a posture could not help but immediately assume that the two men were either crazy, or that they had a mission so important that they were traveling in the wild in this climate.

Given the duo's well-equipped gear and professional attire, the answer was clearly the latter.

Suddenly, the carriage stopped in the snow and ice, and the man in black who drove the carriage jumped out of the carriage. He carried his rifle to a big tree and looked around vigilantly.

After a while, after confirming that there were no living things around him, he relaxed his expression, still holding the gun in one hand, and unbuttoned his belt with the other hand. There was also a relaxed look on his face.

Even when releasing the water, his hawk-like eyes still stared at the surroundings. On the way, they had encountered several wild beasts, including wolves, snow leopards, and even a bear once again. under attack.

"Henry, are you alright?" Ben in the carriage yelled loudly, which made Henry, who was opening the gate to release the water, feel uncomfortable for a while.

"It'll be fine soon—what the hell!" He shook vigorously, and quickly pulled up his pants. In just a short while, his crotch was already frozen cold.

He buckled the belt, covered the front of the windbreaker, and staggered to the front of the carriage. He was about to jump on it, but was attracted by a few gray shadows in the snow.

It's a wolf!

This kind of animal can be seen almost everywhere in Nord, and he is not very nervous. As long as there is enough distance and a wide field of vision, he will not worry about the number of wild animals.

Raise your rifle, aim and fire!A wolf rolled silently on the snow and stopped moving. The other wolves were still charging. They must be starving. Henry had no mercy in his heart, and mechanically pulled the trigger and pulled the lever , All six bullets in the magazine were fired in the blink of an eye.

Looking at the corpses lying on the snow, Henry jumped into the carriage expressionlessly,

Ben poked his head out of the carriage, and shook his head in disappointment: "You should keep some for me."

Henry didn't respond, he swung his whip vigorously, and the carriage moved again.

The horse was also terribly cold, snorting non-stop, as if venting its dissatisfaction, the horse's hooves were covered by the snow on the road, and the hair on its body was covered with hoarfrost.

These horses are probably going to be useless, Henry thought regretfully, even if they find a warm place after traveling all the way, these horses will probably be left with frostbite.

As he thought about it, the whip in his hand was not soft at all.

"Henry, how long until we reach Nordforsen?"

"Come on, come on." Henry said casually. In fact, he didn't know that after the snow fell, the surrounding geography completely changed. There was a piece of white everywhere, which made it difficult for him to accurately judge the distance. Far and near, besides, it was his first time visiting the remote place of Nordfössen.

The wind and snow froze through the woolen coat and thick scarf on his body. The white air he exhaled was on the scarf, and the brim of his hat was covered with frost.

Driving in Nord in winter is definitely not an easy task, even with a four-wheeled carriage pulled by four horses. Not only are there beasts to harass, but the most dangerous thing is the extremely cold weather.

But no matter how bad the weather is, it can't stop his determination to complete the task. As a professional, the word failure is completely out of his vocabulary.

"Let me stand for you for a while."

Ben finally got out of the car and patted Henry on the shoulder.

The two exchanged places, and Henry got into the carriage. It wasn't much warmer in the carriage, but at least there was no wind and snow, and there was a heater, which could somewhat restore some warmth.

He took out the bacon and chewed it in big mouthfuls. Before he could swallow it, Ben, who was driving outside, complained again.

"I really don't understand why we didn't come back after the snow melted. The people above really don't care about us at all. It's only a month or two at most."

While complaining, Ben pulled the brim of his hat. He regretted replacing it. If he had known in Norem, he should have listened to the innkeeper's advice and bought two fur coats.

The thick woolen windbreaker seems to be completely for decoration. Although the neck and face are tightly wrapped, the cold wind still penetrates through every gap, and the hot air that is exhaled instantly turns into hoarfrost hanging on the scarf. After a while, the eyebrows also turned white.

"A lot can happen in a month or two." Henry said as he took a sip from a small jug.

He looked out of the window, looking into the distance, the winter sun was dim and bleak.

"If you wait a month or two, that person might have already left."

Thinking of that person, Henry narrowed his eyes. That person is not easy to deal with. He has heard of that person's reputation for a long time. He doesn't know if the guy he brought this time is enough. If it is not enough, he can only Use that thing.

He touched his pocket, a small box was safely placed there, and that would be his last hole card.

Faced with such a thing, even that person would give in if he thought about it.

"Look, is that there?" Ben, who was driving the car, suddenly cheered.

Henry poked his head out of the car window and looked into the distance. Just below the hillside, under the shadow of a huge mountain, in an open area in the snow-covered forest, the outline of a small town appeared between the two of them. in sight.

"That's right, it's there—Nordforsen, finally here."

Henry breathed a sigh of relief, but he never wanted to spend the night in the wild again.

Half an hour later, the carriage finally entered the gate of the town. The horses were exhausted, and they were emitting heat. Henry knew that if he couldn't find a comfortable place for them, he could take care of them.Likely to get sick and die.

He resisted the urge to inquire about that person immediately,
"Excuse me, is there a hotel in town?" he asked, grabbing a man in a wolfskin hat.

"Of course, it's over there. That's the only hotel in the town, and it's also a tavern. In short, it's right to go there." The man said, looking at them with a shocked look, "Could you be Are you from Norem? You are really wild enough to drive in this weather."

Henry didn't answer the man's words, and drove the carriage straight to the hotel.

When Henry and Ben settled the carriage and walked into the gate of the hotel/tavern, they were so moved by the heat that they almost shed tears.

"Thank goodness it's finally easing," Ben said.

The two found a place to sit down, and couldn't wait to eat something and drink a cup of hot wine.

A chubby waitress came over, "What do you two want to order?"

"Yes, there's hot food to serve, and two mugs of hot beer."

Soon the food was served.

A large pot of stew, a plate of toast, a plate of pickled wild onions, and a few sausages grilled and sizzling.

Henry looked at the meat on the plate, and the appearance was surprisingly eye-catching. The thick red soup and stewed pieces of meat looked full of appetite, and the aroma was tangy. He swallowed one piece at a time, feeling his tongue Going to swallow it.

I didn't expect to eat such delicious food in such a remote ghost place.

The two gobbled it up and ate it.

He ate all the food in one go, even the soup was dipped in bread before he stopped.

After drinking and eating, Henry finally remembered their business this time.

He glanced around, and there were several hunters around a table, chatting happily about something.

A few fur traders were calculating something with their small notebooks.

A local old man looked at them with strange eyes, Henry immediately locked on the target, and he walked over with a wine glass.

"Old man, where is the local mayor?"

"Mayor? We don't have a mayor here. If you have anything to do, you can go to our 'Lord Lord'. Look, isn't that right?"

Henry turned his head and saw a bear-like man coming in from outside the tavern, greeting several hunters who were drinking.

Henry and Ben looked at each other and walked over together.

"Sir, are you the 'lord'? Do I want to ask you something?"

This person is Ragnar. He glanced at the two of them in surprise and smiled, "Your lord is just joking, but I can indeed help if there is something wrong. Of course, it depends on the specific matter. Tell me what you want to ask."

"I'm looking for a guy, a Brighton guy, in his 20s, about this height, his name is Sean Forrest, he's a writer."

Ragnar was a little surprised, but also a little interested, "May I ask what you are looking for him for?"

This man definitely knew Sean!Henry concluded almost immediately, his expression became serious, "It's a very important thing."

(End of this chapter)