The next journey was long and boring. He headed south from the Sword Castle, and now he took a big turn to Nordling in the north. He came one day and one night, but he had to walk for a few days and nights when he went.

When passing by the capital Bran, Sean remembered Delia. That woman should be in Bran now. He had never seen her again since that ecstasy night. He felt a little regretful. If it weren't for having to worry about medical treatment during that period, he would have almost gone to Bran to find Delia's whereabouts.

His feelings for Delia were very complicated - in fact, they were not that complicated, and they were greedy for his beautiful body, as well as their curiosity and nostalgia for his unique character.

At this time, he had a vague impulse to get out of the car and go to Bran to find the woman. As for the danger - perhaps the most dangerous place is the safest place.

However, this thought flashed through and was immediately thrown behind him. Compared to love, power can make a man pursue it desperately.

After the train passed Bran, it headed north. This railway line connecting almost all the large cities in the Kingdom of Brighton was in a U-shaped shape, and Nord was at the top of the U-shaped shape.

Brighton is located in the north, and Nordling is closer to the cold climate of the polar regions. As the train gets closer to the destination, the climate also decreases, and the fields gradually disappear, replaced by gray-green forests, yellow grasslands, and uninhabited wastelands. Through the train windows, you can often see the bleak and vast scene.

On the fifth day, the train entered Nordling, and the scene at this time almost completely turned into an original natural environment.

The Nords were not good at farming and had no interest in grazing. In ancient times, the usual profession was to plunder, and they went south along the river or along the coast to rob the treasures of southern countries. In recent hundreds of years, they gradually became the birthplace of mercenaries.

In addition to robbery, the Nords also operate fur and timber businesses, as well as fishing and ore. The towns passing along the way have to be more or less related to these industries.

Sean was very glad that he chose fur merchants as a cover. There were quite a few people dressed up like him. Along the way, he met many "peers" and even talked with a few of them, and got a lot of useful information from them. Compared with Brightons, Nords were more rude, but he was not very scheming. He easily mastered the basic information that a fur merchant should have.

Winter is the season for fur shipments, and the cold weather has greatly increased the shipment of fur. Therefore, every autumn, a large number of fur merchants will go north to purchase supplies and make them into fur products before the coldest season arrives.

Most fur merchants have their own old customers, and fur is obtained from prey. Therefore, the number of hunters they know determines the number of fur merchants’ supply. If they do not have connections, it will be difficult to acquire enough fur.

Nords like to deal with acquaintances, of course it doesn’t matter if they are not familiar with them. As long as they can drink and be content with their face, they can make friends with Nords in the tavern.

Sean is not good at drinking, but fortunately, Sean doesn't care about these things. He just needs this identity as a cover.

On the sixth day, the train finally arrived at the northernmost terminal of the railway - Norim.

This is the largest city in Nordland, with a permanent population of more than 100,000. Nord, with a vast and sparsely populated area, is already a very prosperous place.

There are shopping malls, hospitals, bookstores, and even a large theater where local specialty plays are performed every day.

Sean stayed here all day, recovered a little bit of fatigue from the journey, and had a big meal, but he did not choose to stay. Although Norim was not as good as big cities such as Sword Castle and Bran, it was still too prosperous. It was not remote enough and not enough to make him feel the security of living alone. Where the train could reach, the Kingdom's spies could arrive. With the convenience of transportation, there was naturally the risk of being exposed.

Sitting on the bed in the hotel, he had been struggling with the map for a long time. If he continued to go north, there were not many human towns and villages. Of course, he could not really live in isolation, so he had to choose a place among those very distant towns.

There is a town called Nogfosen two hundred miles north of Norim, and further north is a small town called Aylor, and further north is a vast white area. On the shore of the North Sea, which is very far apart, there is a small fishing village called Ace.

Sean was not sure where he should stop. After a long time of struggle, he decided to go on the road first. Perhaps the answer would naturally come to the place.

But then he had to ride in a carriage.

At this time, it was already late autumn, and the cold in the north was beginning to emerge. Sean was very glad that he bought this fur coat. He felt quite stuffy when he was in Holden Harbor, but now it has become a good product to save lives and keep the cold.

Supplies must be needed before departure. Sean bought 20 pounds of smoked venison, two cans of wild lard oil, a whole bunch of hard bread, two cans of honey and a bottle of spirits, a hat with sea otter skin, and a hunting knife. By the way, he added a large number of revolvers' fixed-loading bullets. This thing is a high-tech product in this era, and he did not think that it could be bought even if he continued to go north.

Then he got on the post station carriage.

The person who drove the train was an old man wrapped in a bear's fur coat. His gray beard made him look like Santa Claus. The top of the fur coat was connected with half a bear face. The old man was very entertaining and put the bear face on his head, which not only prevented the cold but also had a wild decorative effect.

The other two fur merchants in the same car as Sean, a shopkeeper, and a local hunter who bought supplies from Norim and returned home.

Everyone was wearing fur, and the carriage was filled with the smell of tobacco and wild beast fur.

Sean was used to the smell, and he stuffed his suitcase and bags of smoked venison under his butt, chatting happily with a few people.

The old hunter is a familiar person. He asked two fur merchants about the receipt price this year and also talked about fur related topics with Sean. Especially when he learned that Sean was coming for the first time, he took the initiative to provide advice to him.

"If you want to buy fur, I suggest you buy rabbit skin, fox skin, and otter skin as much as possible. These small furs are excellent for scarves and gloves. Bran's lady is willing to spend a lot of money to buy one, and it doesn't cost much. If you are interested, I have a large amount of such fur at home, and I can give you a wholesale price."

Sean could tell at a glance that this was an old man's clumsy trick to sell his own products. He smiled and nodded, "Is that so, I'm thanking you."

Sean was talking nonstop. He looked out the car window. At this time, the car had gradually moved away from Norim and drove on a vast wasteland. There were no crops or people. There were heathers and shrubs and weeds everywhere. In the distance were forests and mountains. The air was so cold that it could exhale white air. He saw a puddle next to the road. When the wheels were rolled over, he heard the creaking of ice chips.

At this moment, all signs of civilization gradually moved away from his sight. Sean couldn't say whether he sighed or let out a sigh of relief. Looking at Norim who gradually disappeared from sight in the distance, he felt relaxed from danger and tension in the strange wilderness.

This very novel feeling made him very excited, and he even became more excited.

"So what is the most valuable fur?"

The old hunter thought for a while, "The snow leopard skin is very valuable, the direwolf is also very good, and there is also white deer skin, but the most valuable one is of course the white tiger skin. The ancient Nords believed that only the destined warriors could kill the white tiger, so everyone wearing the white tiger robe could get awe from the enemy.

However, since the popularity of hunting rifles, any idiot can try to hunt, and the pure white beasts have gradually disappeared. It is difficult to see the traces of these animals now. Only in the cold forests and snow fields that are far north, in the cold ice hell that can freeze eggs, can these white animals be traced."

The old man said, suddenly lowering his voice: "It is said that there is an island at the end of the ice sea in the north. There is a forest covered with magic, with rare beasts everywhere, and there are even legendary white spirit beasts. It lives like a ghost in the forest. Sometimes it will cruise in the sea and under the sky, shaped like a horse, but has deer antlers and a pair of glowing eyes. It is said that the white spirit beast is the messenger of ancient gods, who guides the souls of the Nord warrior to the worry-free land, and escapes the tragic fate of falling into the underworld after death..."
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