"Stop for a moment, there may be a snowstorm soon." On the endless snow, Old Charles looked up at the dense, low, dark clouds and the increasingly strong wind. He stopped the output of soul power under his feet and looked behind him. The brother and sister who also stopped shouted.
In the strong wind, the distance is only about ten meters, and you have to shout to ensure that the other party can hear you.
Of course, the main purpose was to notify Lin Yuan, who was floating back and forth in the air, looking for something.
This is the guarantee of a good life for them during this trip - in Old Charles's own words: "Old man, I have been wandering around the Far North for most of my life, and this is the easiest time to enter the Far North."
Soon Lin Yuan in the sky seemed to hear the call from the ground, and fell back to the ground. He looked at the three people who were looking at him eagerly, found a relatively flat piece of snow, and waved his hand. There were about a few hundred people in a building. This is how a square meter metal hut appeared in the snowfield.
A ninth-level soul engineer would never treat him badly when he goes out - this cabin is not only a temporary residence, but also a kitchen and a small laboratory.
The four of them have been living here for the past four days when it's time to take a rest.
In fact, there is an additional guide, a ninth-level soul master. This trip to the Far North is not so much a bitter soul hunt as a real trip, at least not yet into the core layer of the Far North.
A guide can often tell you when to move forward, when to rest, and where it is best not to go.
This is especially important in this far north where the weather can change at a moment's notice.
Although there is a ninth-level soul guide in the team, the role of this guide is infinitely weakened - Old Charles cannot use his snow survival wisdom.
Stepping into the hut, the warm atmosphere that greeted them made several people sigh in comfort.
Immediately afterwards, Huo Yulin rushed to Lin Yuan to make tea and bring water, showing off his filial piety after busying himself.
Qianjie walked to the kitchen quite depressed and took on the responsibility of the househusband. Old Charles followed him to help.
The price of not having to eat dry food and living in an igloo is that someone has to cook the food.
"We should still be two days away from the core level of the Far North." Old Charles said to Qianjie, who was cutting meat, while peeling potato-like food.
This time he didn't say anything about not being able to enter the core layer of the Far North.
"Yeah." Qianjie nodded, "It's just that I'm more curious now, old man, where did your family come from?"
The words were a bit rude, but it was true that Old Charles initially refused Qianjie’s employment because of the safety of his family, but in fact...
Anyway, Qianjie spent one night at Old Charles's house before entering the Far North. He didn't see any family members, just two hired boys.
Hearing this, Lao Xiaer fell silent, but kept moving his hands.
Qianjie didn't continue to ask questions. It was inappropriate to ask about someone's family, so he just mentioned it casually.
"Old man, I am a nobleman." Old Charles didn't speak again until he finished the work in his hands, "A nobleman with a territory, I can't remember which generation of my ancestors this title of nobleman was passed down.
"As for me, I am considered a relatively capable person. Although my strength as a soul master is not that great, the rewards for entering the Far North are very generous every time."
But this nobleman is very shabby, which is also one of Qianjie's doubts. With Old Charles's reputation and experience, he can't say that he will be as rich and powerful as the nobles in the south. At least the mansion should be renovated.
In such a shabby house, the businessmen are much better than him.
To put it more unpleasantly, a nobleman does the job of a guide...
It's true that it's a bit unnecessary.
Even in the far north, only soul masters can serve as guides.
"The soul master nobles in the north are not the same as those in the south."
Having said this, Old Charles looked at the metal wall. He seemed to have penetrated the wall and was looking at the howling wind and snow outside.
“The North is a bitterly cold place, and there’s nothing you want, just bitter cold and wind and snow.
“In this case, even a soul master cannot be as lavish as you southerners.
"This is even more true for nobles. On this land, only those who can allow more people to survive are called nobles, and only then can the people below recognize you. If you really want to learn from your southern nobles, maybe you will die at night. He was dragged out to feed the blind man.
"Don't doubt the toughness of the people in the north. They really dare to do this. No matter what your identity is, you will never survive. It's useless to talk about your bloodline and background.
"There are always times when a soul master is negligent in his sleep. Faced with hundreds of wooden sticks, the soul master must die."
He was talking about how difficult it was to survive in the North, with a smile and pride on his face.
He seemed to feel that what he had experienced in the bitter cold land was not worthy of sorrow and complaint. Instead, he was proud of his identity as a northerner.
"So, every time I enter the Far North, my reward is used to buy food and supplies from the south. After all, old man, I don't want to be dragged out to feed the blind bear at night."
"Old man, you can move to the south. I remember that the Tianhun Empire does not prohibit nobles from moving. Even the major empires, except for the sun and moon, do not prohibit nobles from moving to each other." Qianjie smiled and put forward his opinion.
"I thought the same thing when I was young. Later I went to the south for a few tours, and I felt that it was better to go to the north. At least I felt safe.
"So, I have a family in my small territory, but you didn't see it, young man."
"The meal is ready, let's eat first." Listening to Huo Yulin's urging outside, Qianjie looked at the steaming dishes with a faint look.
This is a real world, rather than an NPC background that was briefly mentioned in the original work and seems to be the same all over the world.
"Old man, you can try to set up a small soul guidance workshop. It doesn't require the production of anything too good, just matches and the like. Now the nobles in the south will try to do this secretly." Until the group finished eating. , when clearing away the dishes, Qianjie said to Old Charles again.
It's true, the wind of the sun and moon has been blowing over and over again for four thousand years, and the stupid donkey knows what to do, even if someone is pressing on it.
After all, who would have trouble with the Golden Soul Coin?
"Where can I find a soul master?" Old Charles asked back. As the name suggests, the soul guide handmade workshop naturally requires a soul master. At least the equipment requires the soul master's hands.
"Well, aren't there three here?" Qianjie freed up a dishwashing hand and pointed at himself and then at the hall.
Old Charles opened his mouth, looked at Qianjie, and then at the two people who were in class in the living room.
"Really?"
"This is not a big deal." Qianjie turned around and was busy in the pool again, "If you feel bad about it, we won't give you gold soul coins this time, and we will take this as reward."
Old Charles nodded heavily.
Qianjie finished his work and walked out.
