Chapter 292 (1/2)

It was freezing cold in the winter in the Four Northwest Towns. Although it was nothing serious for the barbarians from Iceland, it was tough for average people there. Every winter, it was common to see weak people die from the cold.

In fact, if it wasn’t for the cold winter here, perhaps there would have been more people coming from the Commonwealth of Gold Coins to settle there. It was the cold winter here that provided newcomers who had fled famine a living space.

“Although it sounds reasonable, I don’t like the cold winter at all.” Haman pushed a trolley, walking on the empty street. In the trolley were corpses of people who had died from hyperthermia. “I should have been a small retailer, owning a booth or selling something on the street. Now I have to clear up the corpses…” he murmured unhappily, but he was not so unsatisfied with his job.

After all, thanks to this job, he was able to earn money to make a living at least.

In this cold winter, he had food to eat every day, though it was usually not enough. That could still be taken as happiness.

Well… It would be better if he could get some warmer clothes!

The road in town was uneven. It was hard to walk with his roughly made trolley. The corpses in the trolley were bumped and jostled by the uneven road, making dull sounds when the frozen bodies collided.

“Come on, Haman. You don’t want to be one of these corpses!” Haman said to himself, “The coldest days of winter have gone. After this month, you can head to the north, to the legendary Void Mask Land! It’s said that if one manages to get there alive, even if he or she wasn’t good at anything before, he or she still can learn some skills and live a peaceful life there…”

Encouraged by such comforting words, and working to generate some heat, he survived the day smoothly. More importantly, he earned money to buy some food.

Night was much better than day. There was no Hill Lord in the Four Towns in the Northwest, nor laws prohibiting deforestation. He had already stocked a lot of firewood in his home. With a traditional heatable brick bed, the cold at night was nothing to be feared.

But the next day, a great difficulty lay ahead of him.

“There’s no need to clear up the corpses today.” The mighty guard captain waved his hand and said carelessly, “It’s no big deal that there are one or two dead people on the roadside. Let’s only clear them up every few days.”

Haman wisely gave up the intention of pleading, knowing that it would be useless.

Which of the people who had frozen and starved to death by the roadside hadn’t pleaded bitterly? But had that worked?

Forget it. Go and pick up some firewood and come back home. It’s no big deal to be hungry for a day or something, just bear it.

It proved that hunger was unbearable in winter.

Before noon, he was already dizzy with hunger, sitting in the middle of the firewood that he had collected with great effort. He had no energy to stand up again.

“It is said that all creatures that die in the Ash Forest will turn into skeletons, becoming skeleton soldiers that only come out at night.” In his exhausted dizziness, he grinned bitterly and said to himself, “What will I look like if I become a skeleton soldier?”

“Aren’t skeleton soldiers all the same?” a little girl’s voice said.

Haman reluctantly moved his head and looked in the direction of the voice. He saw a little girl in a thick robe looking at him curiously. Not far behind her were several young boys and girls wrapped up in warm clothes like dumplings, and a woman in a waistcoat that was definitely not enough for the cold winter.

The little girl came over and asked with a smile, “What are you doing on the ground, uncle?”

Haman laughed bitterly and answered, “Nothing. I’m dying of starvation or cold. No difference.”

The woman in the blouse waved her hand and a red light fell on him, warming up his body, which had almost been unable to move from the cold. Then she asked a teenager carrying a large backpack to take out some bread. Haman suddenly ran over at a speed he had never seen in his life and grabbed the bread, wolfing it down.

How delicious the bread was! It was soft and sweet with a lot of oil in it. It tasted delicious and could be swallowed easily.

Haman finished the whole loaf at a fast speed, like the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, but when he was ready to have a second one, the woman in the blouse grabbed it back.

“If you eat anymore, you’ll be too full to die.” Her voice was full of vitality, like the feeling of burning fire. “I’m Felix, the Magic Bomber. I’m going to build a magic school here to promote urban development. Would you like to work for me?”

Without hesitation, Haman lowered his head profoundly, “There is nothing I can do to pay back the graciousness of you saving my life. I’ll do whatever you say!”

“It doesn’t matter. I won’t force you to work for me.” Miss Felix said carelessly, “Forcing others to pay back my favors is not my style. No matter who saw you just now, they would have done the same thing I did.”