As time passed, the barren land officially entered the snow period, and the dark clouds hanging over Fort Saint-Brieux became thicker, and it was not long before the whole town was covered in snow with snowflakes.

In the past, it was estimated that the heavy snow would last for three to five days, and the farmers would be very happy, because the heavy snow could freeze many pests to death, and the next year would be a good harvest, but it would undoubtedly be a disaster for the homeless.

In order to survive in the snow, they had to knock on the doors along the street, which they would never have done before: "Honorable lord, please lend me some charcoal." ”

Without waiting for them to finish, they will often face a ruthless drive, and even be poured cold water on their heads: "Get out of here, damn bed bugs." ”

Homeless people gather on this old street all day long, for decades, even if the people here are simple, I am afraid that one day they will be exhausted.

Moreover, this is not a land of wealth, but a desolate and barren land, and the people who live here are not good.

Therefore, after touching the nails countless times, the homeless men gathered at the door of the tavern with helpless faces, and warmed themselves by the heat coming from inside.

It seems that even if they have to face hunger and death in the next second, they still have no desire to work.

When the travelers saw this, they immediately fled away as if they were avoiding the plague, and some even covered their mouths and noses with embroidered handkerchiefs, as if they were afraid of inhaling bad luck.

The scene in front of us is a true portrayal of a barren land: a life of poverty and a lack of heart.

Perhaps someone complained to the tavern owner, and it didn't take long to see two men rushing out of the tavern, skillfully driving away the homeless people gathered at the door: "Get out of the way, if you delay Boss Taylor to make money, he will definitely break your legs." ”

When the originally inert homeless man heard Taylor's words, he immediately fled like a mouse seeing a cat, and disappeared into the corner of the street in a blink of an eye.

Taylor, the tavernkeeper, was notoriously eccentric, moody, and strong in Fort St. Brieuh, at least Baron Hamilton, a high-ranking vindictive warrior, had said that he was no match for Taylor.

Obviously, the other party must be the most powerful existence among the high-level Douqi martial artists, and may even be a legendary martial artist.

Not long after the homeless man left, the heavy sound of horses' hooves rang out from the center of town, louder and louder, clearer and faster, like a torrential rain splashing on the lid of a pot.

The residents who lived along the street habitually curled up and covered their heads with thick quilts in order to isolate the clattering sound, but to no avail, and the annoying sound showed no sign of abating.

A certain drunkard who had just returned from a hangover woke up from his sleep, sat up with his sleepy eyes rubbed, clenched his fists and cursed: "Damn, why can't you be quiet, I really hope he will fall to his death if he stumbles." ”

The drunkard's curse obviously didn't help, because Renard already had the strength of a beginner martial artist, and his riding skill was at five, and it was impossible to fall to his death.

He steadfastly rode his horse to the humble tavern, and only grabbed the reins two or three meters from the door.

The war horse man stood up, frightening the passers-by around him to hurriedly avoid.

Then he turned over and dismounted, handed the reins to the servant who greeted the guests, and strode into the tavern.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw two little guys struggling to carry their bags from the backyard of the tavern, and Renard greeted him from afar: "Hey, Tim, David, you two are quite punctual." ”

The two little guys who were named looked up at the door, and when they saw that it was him, their faces couldn't help but become a little ugly.

The two of them hesitantly came to Renard's side and said respectfully, "Young Master Renard, the things you want have been prepared, do you have any other orders?"

Reynard couldn't help but feel amused when he looked at the two of them cowering, he didn't speak, and began to lean over to check the food and drinks ordered a few days ago: "Wine, white bread, bacon, smoked sausages, very good." ”

He did not hesitate to praise him, and at the same time reached into the cowhide bag around his waist and groped for it.

Immediately afterward, several shiny coins flew towards the bar in a graceful arc, and the melodious jingle sounded the sound of silver coins hitting the inner wall of the money jar.

Taylor, the originally sleepy tavern owner, suddenly opened his eyes, and then said nonchalantly: "It turned out to be you kid." ”

As he spoke, he reached out and took out four silver coins of slightly dull color from the money jar, and tossed them skillfully, as if pleased with the weight of the silver coins, and put them into his pocket under the envious eyes of the surroundings, and then changed back to his half-dead appearance.

Renard seemed to have long been accustomed to the other party's cold attitude, shrugged his shoulders and replied: "Mr. Taylor, if your service attitude can be better, and the ale wine is mixed with less water, I am afraid that business will be better." ”

Of course, he knew that his words were a bit redundant, after all, there was only one tavern in the entire Fort of St. Brieu, and the service attitude did not have much impact on the income.

Taylor snorted lightly when he heard this, didn't even raise his eyelids, and teased in an extremely sarcastic tone: "Take care of yourself first, bastard Second Ancestor." ”

There were not many people in Fort Saint-Brieux who dared to speak to Renard like that, and it so happened that Taylor was one of them.

Renard was not annoyed when he heard this, but raised his middle finger and said, "When I inherit the title in the future, the first thing I will do is to demolish your broken tavern." ”

Without waiting for the other party to become angry, he escaped like a rabbit being chased by a dog.

Renard sneaked out of the castle from a dozen people up and down, and he couldn't stay too long, let alone cause trouble.

Thinking of the already chaotic castle, the anxious servants, and those headless pursuers, he couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth, and said secretly: I'm afraid it's a big game this time.

Immediately afterwards, he remembered the old face of Baron Hamilton, and his heart could not help shuddering, and he immediately threw the package on his horse, and exclaimed with joy: "Goodbye Taylor, goodbye Saint-Brieuc Castle, goodbye barrens." ”

After saying that, he turned around and got on the horse in a dashing manner, and before leaving, he seemed to suddenly remember something, and shouted: "Tim, David, you two bastards come here." ”

Renard called the two trembling tavern boys to his side, stared at each other with his eyes, and did not hold back any touching parting speech for a long time, he sighed helplessly, threw out two silver coins, and said, "Bless me, and bless you as well." ”

After speaking, he turned the horse's head in the other party's surprised gaze, the spurs lightly pierced the horse's belly, and the war horse raised its four hooves and galloped away from the town in pain.

The two tavern guys looked at each other blankly, and it took a long time to come to their senses, and they said in unison: "Did he take the wrong medicine today?"

Of course, it is unknown whether you took the wrong medicine or not, but these two silver coins are real.

If Renard knew that his generosity had been scolded, instead of being praised, he would have to go back and slap them twice.