The snow mist on the plains is light and dense, and from a distance, it looks like a shy elf wrapped in a layer of white sand.

"The fog is too big, we're going to get lost."

"I like this haze."

"I hate this kind of hiding, I like to be real."

Ringer smiled: "Do you think women look good with a veil or without a veil?" ”

"It looks best without anything."

Ringer humorously pinched his neck: "If you could pull a section of your neck out of your chest, you would have a more incisive understanding." ”

Shabonny disagreed: Dude, you know, I found my purpose in life, I am now full of the power of life, it is good to be alive, can you understand? ”

"Yes, it was the nun Corrie who gave you alms, brother, and again, are you sure you want to conquer her?"

"It's not for sure, it's certain, I'm going to make some money, I'm going to open a monastery, in a very beautiful place, in the monastery, just me and her, we practice together, we pray together, we walk together, that way, we don't need to be sneaky, we don't need to be completely unnecessary, what do you think of my idea?"

In terms of brothers, Shabonny is a good brother, and in terms of intelligence, Ringer always feels that there are signs that he is being taken to the world of fools.

Can we change the subject?

"No, man, when the heart is pounding, please allow me to continue."

Indeed, the monster Spike was very excited, and spoke as if he were philosophical mania, a mania that struggled intensely out of exhaustion, and of course passion.

Poor Shabonny, Ringer felt his big chest shrink a circle, it was made like this by the nun named Corrie, monster Spike, how long can you hold on, as a brother asked me if I should be reminded,

Ringer couldn't bear it, Shabonny was completely in high spirits and full of ambition.

Well, I'll talk about it when you can't get out of bed.

The snow fog became thicker and thicker, and in front of him, a figure appeared, thin and thin.

His shadow gradually became clearer.

It's half a bone.

Ringer said: "You are very punctual. ”

Ringer had been looking for him for a long time in the woods yesterday afternoon before he could find him.

Half Bone silently got on the car, sat down silently, the carriage was much larger than the sled, and Half Bone sat at the back, his face facing the opposite direction of the carriage.

Shabonny, who was driving the carriage, raised his whip and the carriage continued on its way.

"Half Bone, do you have a purpose in life?"

Shabonny asked suddenly.

Half of the bones ignored him, the cloak covering his head, and the mask covering his mouth.

"Look, he's a man with no goals, no direction."

Shabonny replied for the half-bone.

After saying that, he laughed haha.

Ringer didn't laugh.

The silence elicited Shabonny's explanation: "Did I say it wrong, yes, it seems to be wrong, he's an undead, a pile of bones, a pile of bones that can walk." ”

Suddenly there was an axe in the hand of the half-bone.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Ringer smiled and said, "You are a thinking person, a person, not a bone. ”

Half Bone silently put the axe back.

Shabonny didn't see what was going on, and continued to talk until Ringer grabbed him by the neck.

When the carriage passed through the gorge and reached the county of Mubade, Ringer was not sure whether it was a small county town or a town, and he had not heard of such a district as a county in Russia more than a hundred years ago.

"Huge!"

Shabonny said.

"It's a lot bigger than our town."

This place is indeed much more prosperous than the average town.

Walking on the narrow streets, there are many Russian-style shops on both sides, pedestrians, and customers can be seen everywhere.

They wore thick padded jackets, their heads covered tightly with bullshit hats, and occasionally saw ladies in thick long skirts, wandering around the streets boringly.

The snow has melted under the feet of people and turned into black and dirty water, and the streets are paved with cobblestones, uneven, and it is very difficult to step on them.

Occasionally, neat stones can be seen.

The carriage moved slowly, and Ringer had already inquired about where Rael's home was.

They found a hotel about a kilometer from Rael's home and stayed there.

Walking into this quaint and cluttered inn called Storm, Ringer felt that the facilities inside were rough and gray.

It's not comfortable, it's not emotional, it's okay to sleep.

They asked for a three-person room, and the price was fair, twenty roubles.

The boss threw away the key, as if no one was going about his business, Ringer was used to it, and in the evening they spent ten rubles on a meal, the most ordinary meal, ok, much better than the food that Ringer had when he fled to the monastery.

Shabonny said that the inn on that road was the Black Hotel, and this was where civilized people lived.

After dinner, Ringer grabbed the man in the stable, and he gave him the remaining ten rubles.

The guy was a short guy with yellow hair and a flat nose, he took a tip and began to gush: "Boss, you have found the right person, this place, there is nothing I don't know, there is no person I don't know, let's say, who do you want to ask?" ”

"I'm looking; Rael Qu Song, don't ask me what I'm looking for him, just tell me what you know. ”

The young man began: "He is the richest man in this territory, he does all kinds of business, timber, minerals, diamonds, caviar, brothels, tobacco houses, what makes money, what he does, he even sells slaves, slave girls, their house occupies a large land, he has ten watchdogs, more than a hundred servants, he also has a private army, there are thirty guards, all of them are heroes who have been bandits, there are three housekeepers, in charge of different sales, he has six wives, but he has only one child....."

Ringer interrupted: "Why do you have six wives and only one child?" ”

The young man stretched out his hand: 'Ten dollars.' ’

Ringer ran out of money.

"Boy or girl."

The man's hand was still outstretched, and Ringer: "I'll give it to you tomorrow, tell me, why." ”

"I don't know."

Shabonny scolded: "I don't know you still collect money!" ”

"This is the rule, no one dares to say bad things about Rael Qusong's family, I dare to say, it's a girl, paralyzed on the bed and can't move, it's over, I'm going to work."

Ringer returned to the room from the stable, followed by Shabonny, and as soon as the door was closed, he said, "Dude, are we overly optimistic, Rael Qusong is not to be messed with." ”