The Release That Witch
Chapters 83's

Winter is a time of no harvest for most people in the North, especially near the Hermes Plateau. The Month of the Demons not only brought endless wind and snow, but also brought cold, hunger, and death. However, for White's "False Leg", Winter means something different. Every winter, Church envoys would come to his door to allow him to drive several turns to the western border of the kingdom. On the way to the border, he would gather the afflicted orphans with his carriage and take them to the old Holy City.

To him, this was good since he had almost earned twenty silver nobles for every trip to the border. What is even better is that he can also collect the reward from doing a good job. It's almost the end of Devil's Month this year, so this turn should be the last round of the season.

"Your Majesty, please return to the carriage and remain inside. Outside, it will still snow for a long time, so you don't need to eat the wind and drink snow every day like me, you're not allowed to do it. Freeze."

"This is nothing," the Church envoy denied White and took a large gulp from his pitcher before continuing, "In this new Holy City it can be much colder than here. In the highlands, there are no leather clothes and armor. able to stop the cold If you are there, be sure to, the cold will enter through every opening and drill into every part of your body.Without the use of cold pills, no ordinary person can survive in that place.

"What you said should be true," White nodded, he had never been to the new Holy City, nor did he plan to go there. Since only cold beasts and demons are there, why should I go there? However, as an experienced coachman, it was easy for him to find another topic to talk about, a topic that the envoy liked. "Your gloves should be made of wolf leather that comes from the western border of the Kingdom of Graycastle, right?"

"Oh? Can you see that?"

"Hey, my lord, I have been doing this work for thirty years," said White proudly, "first for the baron, then for the countess, and then even for the little princess of the Kingdom of Wolfsheart. If it wasn't for the accident when my leg was broken, maybe I would still be working for the noble house. They had nothing but many gold royals and paid very well for Graycastles' silver feathers and utensils, jewelry from the Eternal Winter Kingdom, and fjord handcrafts. They demand so much that I can never give enough. "

"So," the Ambassador nodded, "this is where your nickname came from? In what accident were you involved?"

"Well, it's a refugee riot. The group of thugs did not stop for anything as long as they could get something to eat from it," White replied in disdain. He spat on the ground, "When they surrounded the carriage, I had no other choice but to urge the horse to run if I wanted to save the countess. But, she was terrified, dropped me, and turned the train around.

"So, your leg is broken?" The Ambassador curiously asked, "but what happened to the Countess?"

"He got away with it because there were a lot of pillows and thick blankets inside the carriage, so he had a slight bruise," White barked, "He just crawled out of the carriage and left me on the road to die. On my broken leg, I dragged my body home. " He patted his hand on the brass stick visible from under his truncated trousers. "However, the manor house threw me out under the pretext that I couldn't drive anymore, that damn noble!"

"So bad," The Ambassador stopped, "but God did not leave you, now you are driving for the Church.”

"Yes sir." White replied, but inside, he thought, No. If God is compassionate, he won't let me do this. Instead, he will save me when I need him most.

At this moment, the cry of a young girl could be heard. "We need a little pause."

Hearing this, White pulled the bridle so that his two horses gradually stopped. By the time the carriage stopped, the ambassador jumped down and went to his back. Immediately, the sound of whips rang out from behind the carriage.

Poor boy, thought White with a sigh, You must bear it, this is your savior. If it wasn't for the Church's emissaries who had always supported me during the winter, I would just be an unsupervised corpse by the roadside.

Immediately, the ambassador returned, climbed up, and sat down beside White and simply ordered, "Go."

"Prepare yourself, I'm driving!" white shouted as he shook the reins, releasing the carriage. "Are they all from the Kingdom of Wolfsheart?"

"It's my privilege to be a part of such a good deed" White said, feeling honored. "Your Majesty, will they also be sent to the monastery? I hate to ask, even though they are orphans, their characters are not the same. Although some of them were not so old, some of them had done bad deeds, so wouldn't these people be polluting the pure and holy earth? "

"God will judge them, and even if they are guilty, they will get a chance of salvation" the envoy replied with complete confidence.

"Will they? That's a good thing." Wright was amazed, but soon he raised his head and looked up at the sky before continuing. "It's late. Sir, are we going to stay in the next town? If tomorrow's weather is good, we'll arrive at the Old Holy City by noon."

"It's this late?" ask the Ambassador, "Search for lodging, and after you bring the train to the yard you can prepare food for orphans.”

"Good!" White agreed to the plan.

This city belonged to the Kingdom of Wolfsheart, and if one wanted to reach the Old Holy City, they would have to go through this city. So, this isn't White's first time here. Thanks to this, he quickly found the inn he had previously frequented. He drove the carriage to the courtyard and then took some coins from the Church's emissaries to buy food for the orphans. As usual, he bought the sweet potato porridge the most appropriate choice because it was cheap and it still tasted quite good. Upon seeing them split the porridge, White limped back to the inn, asked for bread with butter, and sat at the bar to eat. As for that envoy, he definitely had a better place to go.

If White hadn't broken her leg ten years ago, she would have gone to the tavern to order a glass of wine, and she would have thrown the dice too - she always had a good hand for them. But now ... White took her purse and found her room to sleep early.

Then, at night, he heard some sounds from the courtyard. So, he got up and lifted the curtain to take control of the situation. But White only saw that the drunken Church envoy had returned. The messenger opened the carriage door and entered into it. Soon he returned outside, pulling the two orphans with him. Beside the carriage, two people dressed in aristocratic clothes were already waiting.

Seeing that it was only a messenger, White put down the curtain and returned under the warm blanket.

This was not the first time he had witnessed the envoy doing this. Actually, it was a normal thing for him. Life is the greatest happiness, he thought, they have to endure the pain for now. You just have to endure until we reach the Old Holy City, there you will be able to start a new life. At least in the monastery, you don't have to fear hunger. Thinking up to here, White yawned and immediately fell asleep.

At dawn, he called the messenger and continued on his way. The last part of the journey went on without incident, and they even reached the Old Holy City two hours faster than expected. There were already other church carriages waiting for them; it seemed that this poor demon still had to leave, but all of this had nothing to do with him.

"This is your gift." The envoy called White and threw the bag at her.

White took out a coin from the bag and counted it twice. Indeed, it was twenty silver nobles. So he nodded and said, "I hope I'll see you again in the coming year.

But the messenger did not answer. Instead, he waved his hand to show that White could leave.

White noticed that other than him, several other coachmen did the same job. Are they from another kingdom? He asked himself, but soon he saw something strange, it seemed like only the girls were coming down from the carriage. So when the church adopts orphans, they only adopt girls?

He shook his head, threw these troubled thoughts to the back of his head, and began the journey home.