Taylor recounted what had happened. "You mentioned how this potion is made, of course, as an example, and I happened to note it down, and it saved our lives. ”

Antonucci couldn't believe his ears and looked at the girl sitting on the ground resting in disbelief. "You just listened to it once, memorized the recipe for the potion, and made the hit medium for the Duofono potion from the complex mediums you've never seen before?"

"yes, that's probably it, it sounds a little crazy, but I had to do it at the time. Taylor didn't know what that meant.

Antonucci sat down in front of Taylor and exclaimed, "That's crazy, it means that your talent is quite remarkable, and you have the potential to become a pretty good alchemist, and you are still a woman." ”

"Yes, but no one wants to concentrate on teaching me, and there's a good chance I'll never get a chance to learn again. Taylor spread his hands and shrugged.

Of course, Antonucci understood what the girl meant, the girl was taken into the hands of the leader by himself, and he couldn't be sure what her fate would be, but it would certainly not be too good, and it would be impossible to learn alchemy, he smiled bitterly and got up. "Maybe it's time for us to hit the road, I don't want to talk to people in this damn cave, and maybe there's some cannibal stuff. ”

"It's not funny at all. Taylor laughs, "You should improve your humor skills a little." ”

Antonucci spread his hands. "I don't want girls to like it, that's a pretty bad thing. ”

......

Jules City is located in the north, the northernmost part of the Eternal Continent, quite far away, unlike the south, that city is far from the coast and warm, and there is snow all year round, especially now in winter, even the animals with thick fur are reluctant to move in the wild, they usually gather enough food when it is slightly warmer, and then spend most of the year in the cave.

The snowy city was rarely visited by outsiders, and it was so cold that the road to the city was quite quiet, with hardly any carriages in sight, and there was only one way to Jules.

Recently, however, the number of carriages on this road has begun to increase, and one carriage moves slowly, and the snow is not heavy, but it also causes some trouble for the carriage to travel.

Gattuso, who was sitting in the car, took a sip of liquor to dispel the cold, then handed the bottle to the groom on the roof of the car. "Man, warm up with some wine, I don't want you to have a problem, in which case I'll have to ride the cold wind myself. ”

The coachman thanked Gattuso gratefully, and took a few sips, he was careful not to let the wine drip on his clothes, as if it did, it would freeze quickly, and it would be even more unbearable for him, and the liquor warmed the coachman a little, and he returned the bottle to the man in the car, holding the reins. "Sir, Jules City is not a good place, what are you going to do there?"

"There's a friend I have to visit. Gattuso wrapped a thick blanket around himself, lay down in the car, and replied, "Damn it, it's a headache to live in a place like this." ”

The coachman had been hired by Gattuso for a little money, and he had originally intended to ride a horse, but later found that riding in such a cold place was a disaster, and it was better to sit in the carriage, which he rented in the small town he passed through, and where the carriage was usually pulled by three or four horses, because one horse could not afford it in the snow.

"When you get there, your friends will be sure to treat you to a grilled steak and warm milk. "The driver didn't know the identity of the people in the car.

"There's no steak, there's no milk, and maybe we'll have to get hurt a little bit. Gattuso held up his glass and thought that his friend was not very kind.

The young man had given him a mission about his old friend, of course, with the aim of killing him, and this old friend was also a bounty hunter, Jon Hart, who was both friends and enemies, and the hatred was difficult to resolve, and he did not know that Jon Hart did not live in Jules, and was only on his way there.

Compared to Gattuso, Jon Hart did not make a wise decision, he rode his horse, facing the wind and snow, the snow was not heavy, but the cold wind like a knife made him quite uncomfortable, and he complained all the way.

"Damn it's hiding in a damn place like this, but you can't escape this time. Jon Hart swore secretly. "Shouldn't the ghost weather be a little gentle, do you think this can stop my determination to take revenge, it's just delusional, I won't give in. ”

He swung the reins, the horses walked quite slowly, and the long journey made the horses a little tired, and the cold made the horses almost close to the limit.

While complaining, something went wrong with the horse, the horse was frostbitten and fell to the ground, and Jonhardt was thrown out and rolled into the snow on the side.

When he got up with a scream, he found that the horse was completely unmountable, and it looked like the horse would soon freeze to death here, and he wanted to save it, so he took off his thick clothes and put it on the horse, but to no avail, and soon the horse lost its movement.

It was so cold that there was hardly anyone to be seen here, was he going to freeze to death here, Jonhardt put the thick clothes on his horse back over his shoulders, his eyebrows began to freeze, and he could still feel the cold with thick gloves on his hands.

It was impossible to walk out from here to find some small towns along the way, so he could only wait here for passing cars, but there was not much hope, for he had barely seen a single car along the way, so thought Jonhardt drew his dagger, and he separated the fur of the horses.

There was still a considerable amount of heat under the fur of the dead horse, and although it could not completely avoid the cold, it could at least solve the problem a little, and he took off his gloves and tucked his hands into the cut places, and the warmth came through the palms of his hands, which finally made him feel a little better.

But now a new problem arises, as soon as the temperature of the horse is gone, his hands are wet with blood, there is no way to dry them, and he will soon freeze when exposed to the air.

"Please, hurry up, don't treat me like this, there should be a rescue carriage at this time. Jon Hart felt the warmth in the horse's body and looked forward to it.

Then there were some voices, the sound of horses' hooves, and the sound of some vehicles crushing on the ground, and his prayers worked, and a carriage came.

Jonhardt took out his hands, put on his gloves, and waved at the approaching carriage in the distance. "Hi man, it's been such a pleasure to meet you. ”

The carriage came to Jonhart's side, and he tried to get closer, but the window opened, and someone's head sticked out, along with a sharp sword, which was obviously reluctant to let strangers approach, especially in this environment.

"Man, you need to stay away from my car and keep at least five meters away. "The people in the car were wearing cotton hats to warn the approaching guys.

Jon Hart raised his hands and slowly stepped back. "Calm down, friend, don't do this to me. ”

The people in the car looked at the guy who had retreated to five meters away. "Now, can you tell me what's going on?" he saw the dead horse next to him, apparently wondering what had happened.

The snow slowly grew heavier, and Jon Hart, who was standing five meters away, was rather frustrated, holding his hands up. "Friend, my horse is frozen to death, I'm stuck in this damn place, I need a hitchhiker, for God's sake, you must be a warm-hearted man. ”

The people in the car let out a hearty laugh. "I'm sorry, I'm not a warm-hearted person, people who do what we do are usually dangerous, so you'll have to wait here for the next car. ”

Apparently, Jon Hart's request was denied, waiting for the next car to arrive, fearing that he would have frozen to death here, Jon Hart looked depressed. "Don't do that, man, I can pay you well, you just need to take me to the next place where there are people. ”

He had already planned that if the other party continued to refuse, he would use some force, and sometimes force was more convenient than reasoning.

The people in the car carefully looked at the guy standing in the snow. "Lift your head and let me see your face, a little closer. ”

Jon Hart complied, getting closer would make his raid more successful, and when he reached the first three steps of the car he stopped and looked up.

"Jon Hart, is that you?" the occupants of the car looked at the frozen guy outside the car in disbelief.

"You know me?" Jon Hart looked at the man in the car in surprise and said excitedly, "That's great, can you let me in the car now?"

"Not yet, I have to be prepared for a colleague. "The people in the car were clearly thinking about it.

Together, Jonhardt dismissed any attempt to solve the problem by force, and asked excitedly, "Who are you? Maybe I've heard your name." ”

"Javier Bent. The occupants of the car opened the door and looked at Jon Hart, who rushed to the location of the mission without delay after receiving the assignment from the young man.

"Javier Bent, the Javier Bent looking for his daughter?" Jon Hart didn't expect to meet a famous colleague here, of course he had heard of it, and said with a smile: "Mr. Bent, you must not want an excellent colleague to die in this ice and snow, please, let me get in the car." ”

Javier Bent thought about it, and he took his handcuffs off his waist and threw them out. "It's okay to get in the car, but you have to handcuff yourself, you know, we don't usually be too trustworthy in this business, and I don't really trust guys who haven't dealt with us, of course you can choose to refuse, I won't force you, in that case you can't get in the car, you can only continue to be frozen here." ”

Jon Hart was a little angry, but now he couldn't do anything about it, picking up the handcuffs on the ground and handcuffing himself. "Now I don't pose any threat to you. ”

Sitting in the car, Jon Hart let out a long sigh of relief, he saw the bottle in Javier Bent's hand, it was wonderful for a man who had suffered from a cold winter to be able to take a sip of wine, preferably strong enough. "Don't mind letting me take a sip. ”

Javier Bent tossed the flask to the other man, and Jon Hart looked up and took two sips, only to be snatched back by Javier Bent. "You almost drank my wine, damn it, I should have left you in the snow and frozen. ”

He shook the flask, which became louder, apparently there was not much left, and put the flask away, and Javier Bent glanced out the window at the snow that had grown. "Tell me how you ended up on this snowy road. ”