There is also a group of mysterious people who are also looking in the snow, the first of whom is a thin old man, wearing a cloak and a hat covering his face, walking in the snow in gray sackcloth, and carrying a thick book in his arm!

"His Royal Highness the Holy Son hasn't been found yet, it's been so long, maybe it's been a lot of luck."

"Believe that the light of God will bless his children all the way," the old man said in a calm tone, with a force that convinced everyone.

Han Tongwen walked all the way to a remote place, but it was really difficult to avoid the eyes in the sky on the vast snowfield, knowing that Han Tongwen made a pair of bows and arrows, shot him down directly, and then collected firewood, lit a fire, and barbecued meat!

Not to mention, this eagle is really fat, cutting off half is enough for three people to eat, and the remaining half is reserved for dry food. Until it is roasted with a golden color and a layer of oily fat, it is definitely delicious.

"Master, can you really eat this?" Although there was saliva in his mouth, Qiao Song still had some palpitations, and he couldn't tell what was going on with his eating.

"Of course, if you don't eat it, forget it" Han Tongwen saw that he got cheap, and he sold it obediently, so he monopolized it by himself.

"Eat, of course eat, my mouth is soaked after eating those dry cakes all day long," Qiao Song said dissatisfied

"Yo, I've only eaten a full meal for a few days, and I know how to pick and choose," Han Tong wrote in the tone of those old guys in Qingya Academy, and mocked, "However, mine seems to be up too, and it's really hateful to be hard."

"Still talking about me, aren't you complaining too" Qiao Song pouted and tore off a leg, not to mention that it was really fat, it felt like a chicken leg.

Xiao Jin doesn't care if it's the same kind or not, he eats meat, and his appetite is still huge, Han Tongwen found that an eagle that seemed to be quite big, and there seemed to be very few of the things that came to his mouth after working hard for a long time.

"Master, it turns out that eagle meat can really be eaten" Qiao Song's food is not only delicious, but also quite chewy.

"Cut, look at your knowledge, the sky enclave, swimming in the water, running on the ground, drilling in the soil, as long as it is something, we Datang people can make him into a dish"

"Qiao Song, the master taught you to cook, just eagle meat. Wash the eagle meat first, put it in boiling water for a while, drain it and then cut it evenly, mix it with rice wine and refined salt. Then put the eagle meat in a clay bowl, add herbal gastrodia slices, water, pour wine, spread turmeric and green onion segments, cover and steam for about an hour and a half, then throw away the meat and drink the soup" Han Tongwen swallowed a mouthful of saliva

Qiao Song, who was intently gnawing on eagle meat, asked, "Sure enough, it's my master, I know a lot of useless things, why are you teaching me this?"

"I'm afraid I'll starve to death if you leave me, so I decided to leave it to you to cook."

"Cut, you want me to do it for you after I learn it well, I've never seen such a lazy master" Qiao Song sighed as a young man

"Bastard, what are you talking about" slapped Qiao Song on the head

"Giggle" Xiaojin seemed to be gloating, but was immediately slapped into the snow by Han Tongwen.

In the past two days, I haven't encountered anything special, and I haven't seen the corpse of the Tang Dynasty warrior, so it seems to have calmed down, but this is only for a short time.

When it was almost dusk, Han Tongwen and Qiao Song finally found a place to stay, lonely from the appearance it seems to be a deserted farmhouse, from the outside, the whole house is in tatters, and the wind is permeable on all sides, but it is much better to be ventilated on all sides than the wind from all sides, and now Han Tongwen only has one feeling, the cold wind is like a knife blowing on his face, and the human flesh knife is shaving the face!

Don't worry about getting too cold at night, most of this house is made of wood, and it's a good idea to remove a few beams to burn the fire. In the middle of the heavy snow, there was a thin figure walking slowly in the snow, it seemed that it had reached the limit of what the body could bear, and it was only moving forward with a thought, maybe just once he fell down, he might never be able to stand up.

The cold wind was whirling outside the house, Han Tongwen hugged Qiao Song and Xiao Jin close to the fire to keep warm, Qiao Song slept quite soundly.

"Bang"

It seemed that someone was knocking on the door, but it was only a faint sound, and Han Tongwen thought that he had heard it wrong, so he continued to sleep. But after a while, Han Tongwen couldn't sleep very well, so he decided to get up and take a look, and gently put down Qiao Song, but Xiao Jin was suddenly smart.

When Han Tongwen opened the door, a cold wind with ice stubble blew on his face, and he couldn't even open his eyes, and when he saw that there was a person outside the door! Han Tongwen hurriedly pulled him closer to the house, put him next to the fire, and melted some snow.

Looking at the firelight, he found that this person was only wearing a thin underwear, and his appearance was different from that of the Han Chinese, with blonde hair and a high nose bridge, Han Tongwen was not as knowledgeable as people in this era, he recognized at a glance that this should be a European, or it should be a person from the current Roman Empire!

The first thing the Romans wanted to eat after waking up was pointing in the direction of the distance, and the innermost part spoke very obscure Latin. Han Tongwen because he has learned some English, although he doesn't have much, he can probably understand one or two simple sentences, and there are some commonalities between Latin and English, this person is excited, and his mouth always repeats a rescue

Han Tongwen probably understood the meaning, it should be for him to save someone!

"Although I can't understand all of what you're saying, you take a break here now, have a bite to eat, and I'll go over there and have a look"

Han Tongwen didn't care if he could understand it or not, put down some dry food, and woke up Qiao Song, because Han Tongwen was really not at ease when he left Qiao Song here alone.

With the chattering Xiao Jin and the dazed Qiao Song, they rowed in the direction that the man said with the convenience of the sleigh.

In fact, it was not very far, but Han Tongwen found it in half an hour, it should be the place that the person said, there were two people lying under a big tree, the two were about the same age as Han Tongwen, and there seemed to be two guards standing next to them. Han Tongwen looked over and saw that the bodies of the two guards had already frozen, and they didn't even have breath, but the two people who were half-sitting and half-lying against the big tree were still breathing, but the other person was not breathing, but he felt his pulse and had a faint heartbeat, and his face was purple.

"Qiao Song, come here to help"

"Isn't this man already breathing?"

"Who said that if you don't breathe, you're dead, he still has some pulses that can be saved!" Han Tongwen scolded

Ancient people really lacked first aid measures, Han Tongwen took a breath, pinched the man's mouth, and in Qiao Song's incredible eyes, his master actually went to kiss another man!

"Master, what are you doing?"

"It's called artificial respiration, because he still has some heartbeat, so if he's lucky, he should have hope of living, and without further ado, both of them will have to die if they continue to grind."

Han Tongwen took off his cotton clothes and wrapped the young man in his frostbitten eyes. Two more branches were chopped from the tree, and a sleigh was made out of a knife, ready to pull the two back.

When he returned to the broken house, the man seemed to be in some energy after eating some dry cakes and drinking some hot water, and was waiting anxiously.

The door was pushed open, and Han Tongwen walked into the room with a shoulder on his shoulder, and the person was muttering a ghost again.

"Don't talk nonsense, I don't understand, anyway, I'm not dead" Han Tongwen is cold now, and he doesn't have time to talk to him.

Putting the two next to the fire and then looking at their breathing and pulse again, it was terrible!

There was another artificial respiration, and then the heart was revived, but the Roman man kept muttering a lot of things around Han Tongwen with an angry expression after seeing it, and Han Tongwen probably understood some meaning, that is, don't insult them.

Han Tongwen got up and grabbed him by the collar and threw it aside, saying in broken English, "I'm saving them, if you're bothering me, be careful that I throw all three of you out"

Anyway, that's probably what it means, Latin is like ancient Chinese, although modern people can't understand it, but they have a lot in common, and that person is quiet.

Tired for half a night, the lives of the two were saved, and Han Tongwen also fell asleep by the fire. Helping others is the foundation of happiness, and after helping others, I suddenly feel that I am much nobler, thinking that there will be half an eagle tomorrow, and I will treat myself to it.

Because he was too tired last night, he slept very comfortably this night, and when Han Tongwen opened his eyes, he was really startled! The three of them stood in front of Han Tongwen, they didn't pay attention last night, but when they looked at it today, those two young men who were obviously nobles were really handsome.

The three of them bowed to Han Tongwen, who knew that Westerners did not have the etiquette of kneeling, at most they nodded on one knee when they saw their king.

The difference in language is indeed a big obstacle, although I can guess some simple meanings, but this big grunt really confuses Han Tongwen.

"He's saying, thank you for saving our lives, he misunderstood you last night, and he's going to apologize to you!" said a teenager

"Do you know Datang dialect?" Han Tongwen was surprised

"Of course, my name is Giovanni Roitrio de Conti, and my teacher is the great wise man of the Holy See, Austine, and my Tang dialect is what my teacher gave me" Although the tone was strange, it was still very fluent

"Giovanni Roitlio de Conti Ostine," Han Tongwen looked at him with wide eyes in disbelief