The New Civilization of Witches

Chapter 83: The North Carrier

Winter is a time when there is no harvest for most people in the North, especially near the Hermes Plateau.

The Moon Demon not only brought endless wind and snow, but also brought cold, hunger, and death.

However, for

"Fake Legs" White

Winter means something different. Every winter, Church envoys would come to his door to let him drive a few turns to the western border of the kingdom.

On the way to the border, he would gather the afflicted orphans with his carriage and take them to the old Holy City.

To him, this was a good deal as he had almost earned twenty silver nobles for each trip to the border.

What is even better is that he can also gather the benefits of doing a good job.

It was almost the end of Devil's Moon this year, so this turn should have been the last round of the season.

“Your Majesty, please return to the train and stay inside.

Outside, the snow will still fall for a long time, so you do not need to eat the wind and drink snow every day as I do, you should not freeze.”

"It's nothing,"

the Church envoy opposed White and gulped a lot from his pitcher before continuing,

"In the new Holy City it can be much colder than here. In the highlands, leather clothes and armor were unable to stop the cold.

If you are there, the cold will come through every hole and drill into every part of your body.

Without the use of cold pills, no ordinary person could survive in that place.

"What you say should be true,"

White nodded, he had never been to the new Holy City, nor did he plan to go there.

Since it was only the cold and the demonic beasts that were there, why should I go there?

However, as an experienced coachman, it was easy for him to find another topic to talk about, a topic that the envoy preferred.

“Your glove should be made of genuine wolf skin of the western border of the Kingdom of Graycastle, right?”

"Oh? You can see that?”

"Hey, my Lord, I have been doing this work for thirty years," White said proudly,

"first for the baron, then for the Countess, and then even for the little princess of Wolfsheart Kingdom.

If it wasn't for an accident when my leg was broken, maybe I would still be working at the Count's house.

They had nothing but many gold royals and paid dearly for Graycastles' silver feathers and utensils, jewelry from the Eternal Winter Kingdom, and fjord handcraft.

They demand so much that I can never give enough.”

“So,” Ambassador nodded,

“this is the origin of your nickname? In what kind of accident are you involved?”

“Well, it was a refugee riot. A bunch of thugs don't stop for anything as long as they can get something to eat from it, ”

white replied with disdain.

He spit on the ground, he,

“When they surrounded the carriage, I had no other choice but to urge the horse to run if I wanted to save the Countess.

But, he freaked out, threw me down, and turned the carriage upside down.

"So your leg broke?" The Ambassador curiously asked,

"but what happened to the Countess?"

“She got away because there were a lot of pillows and thick blankets inside the carriage, so she got a little bruising,” White barked, so,

“She just crawled out of the carriage and left me on the road to die. With my broken leg, I dragged my body home.”

He clapped his hand onto the brass stick visible from under his truncated pants.

” However, the Count's house kicked me out under the pretext that I couldn't drive anymore, that damn noble!"

“Honey once,” Ambassador stops,

“but God did not leave you, now you are driving to Church.”

"Yes sir." White replied, but inside, he thought, No.

If God is compassionate, he won't let me do this. Instead, he would save me when I needed him most.

At this moment, the cry of a young girl could be heard.

“We need a little pause.” Hearing this, White pulled the reins so that the two horses slowly stopped.

By the time the train stopped, the ambassador jumped down and went to his back. Immediately, a crack of the whip could be heard from the back of the carriage.

Poor child, White thought with a sigh, You must bear it, this is your savior.

If it wasn't for the Church's messengers who had supported me all winter, I would just be an unsupervised corpse by the roadside.

Immediately, the ambassador returned, climbed up, and sat down beside White and simply ordered, ' he said,

"Prepare, I'm driving!" white shouted while shaking his bridle, releasing the car.

"Are they all from the Kingdom of Wolfsheart?"

“Almost, the churches in every city in the Kingdom receive some orphans especially during the winter, when there is a shortage of food and clothing everywhere.

We received a lot of people many times over the other seasons because of this.

If we only depend on our own Church members, it will not be enough,

so we had to hire some reputable drivers to help us transport the orphans to the Old Holy City.

Until now you've done very well, White. My predecessor can only praise you. ”

“It is my privilege to be part of such a good deed,” said White, honored.

“Your Majesty, will they also be sent to the monastery?

I hate to ask, even though they are orphans, their characters are not the same.

Although some of them were not too old, some of them had done bad deeds, so wouldn't these people be polluting the pure and holy earth?”

“God will judge them, and even if they are guilty, they will get a chance of safety.” replied the envoy with full confidence.

"Will they?

That's a good thing.” Wright's amazed,

but soon he raised his head and looked up at the sky before continuing.

"That's late. Sir, will we stay in the next town?

If tomorrow's weather is good, we will arrive in the Old Holy City at noon.”

"It's this late?" ask the Ambassador, please,

“Search for lodging, and after you bring the train to the yard you can prepare food for orphans.”

"okay!" White agreed to the plan.

This city belonged to the Wolf Heart Kingdom, and if one wanted to reach the Old Holy City, they would have to go through this city.

So, this wasn't the first time for White here. Thanks to this, he quickly found the inn he had previously frequented.

He drove the carriage to the courtyard and then took some coins from the Church's emissaries to buy some food for the orphans.

As usual, he bought a sweet potato porridge which is the most appropriate choice because the price is cheap and the taste is still quite good.

Upon seeing them split the porridge, White limped back to the inn, asked for bread with butter, and sat at the bar to eat.

As for the envoy, he definitely had a better place to visit.

If White hadn't broken her leg ten years ago, she would have gone to the tavern to order a glass of wine, and she would have also thrown the dice – she always had a good hand for them.

But now ... White took her purse and found her room to sleep early.

Then, at night, he heard some sounds from the courtyard. So, he got up and lifted the curtain to take control of the situation.

But White only saw that the drunken Church envoy had returned. The messenger opened the carriage door and entered into it.

Soon he returned outside, pulling the two orphans with him. Beside the carriage, two people wearing noble clothes were already waiting.

Seeing that it was only a messenger, White put down the curtain and returned under the warm blanket.

This was not the first time he had witnessed the envoy doing this. Actually, it was a normal thing for him.

Life is the greatest happiness, he thought, they just need to endure the pain for now.

You only need to endure until we reach the Old Holy City, there you will be able to start a new life.

At least in the monastery, you don't have to fear hunger. Thinking up to here, White yawned and immediately fell asleep.

At dawn, he called for an envoy and continued on his way.

The last part of the trip went on without incident, and they even reached the Old Holy City two hours faster than expected.

There were already other church carriages waiting for them; it seemed that this poor demon still had some way to go, but all of this had nothing to do with him.

"This is your gift."

The envoy called White and threw the bag at her. White took out a coin from the bag and counted it twice.

Indeed, it was twenty silver nobles. So he nodded and said,

“I hope I will see you again in the coming year.

But the messenger did not answer. Instead, he waved his hand to show that White could leave.

White noticed that other than him, several other coachmen did the same job. Are they from another kingdom?

He asked himself, but soon he saw something strange, it seemed like only the girls were getting off the carriage.

So when the church adopts orphans, they only adopt girls?

He shook his head, threw this troubled thought to the back of his head, and began the journey home.