The stars are hidden in the sky, the rising sun appears in the east, the rooster sings, the pigs and sheep are noisy, and the Valentine's morning wakes up the residents.
Brandy lay on the soft bed of the hotel, enjoying the long-lost comfort experience. The last time he felt this kind of comfort was in his previous life. He thought he would never experience this kind of comfort in this life, but he didn't expect that in the world more than a hundred years ago, he could have the same experience of lying on the soft bed in his own bedroom.
He had woken up long ago and settled down at the first sound of the rooster's crow, but he did not think of it. Of course, there was nothing that he needed to get up and do immediately. The communication date set by Hosea is tomorrow. It's just a letter and it won't take too much time. There is no rush for this moment.
So like a true idle gentleman, Brandy lay in bed, enjoying the warm morning light of late spring.
There was a knock on the door, and a young girl with two braids came in carrying a tray, a cup of steaming coffee, and a plate of breakfast with waffles, crispy bacon, and fried eggs.
"I shouldn't have ordered breakfast service, right?" Brandi asked with some confusion.
"Breakfast is a complimentary service from our store, sir." The little girl said obediently.
"This attentive room service makes people feel like they are in heaven. Who can believe that this is in the still wild Midwestern United States." Brandy thought like this and accepted the freshly baked breakfast. Of course, he didn't forget to put a 50-cent coin on the tray as a tip for the little girl.
It was the first time that the little girl received such a large tip. She was so happy that she wanted to jump three feet high. She said thank you and left the room jumping. This 50 cents will bring her a big step closer to the white floral dress she has been coveting for a long time.
Brandy took a sip of coffee, which was of a suitable strength. Although he now prefers stronger coffee, the cup in his hand is not bad. The bacon is a little burnt, but it doesn't matter. This kind of thing tastes better if it's burnt. As a person who likes to fry eggs thoroughly, Brandi is a little unaccustomed to this more commonly recognized heat, but it is still a new experience; the waffles are well made, soft and delicious, and with There is fresh jam, which seems to want the taster to fall into a sweet and soft land.
Breakfast like this was actually not uncommon in that era, but it was different for people who had been homeless all year round, such as Brandy. He did not expect that he would have the opportunity to eat such an ordinary but exquisite meal in this era, and he did not expect that these foods, which were not uncommon in his eyes, would be so delicious that he drank all the glasses. Even with the last bit of coffee grounds in it, I still felt like I still had more to eat.
There was another knock on the door, and this time it was a little boy who came in. He was holding a pile of brand new clothes and stood outside the door, not speaking, just smiling.
Brandy then remembered that yesterday she went to the clothing store in the town - the clothing store and the grocery store are separate, which is different from the game - and ordered a few sets of clothes that she liked, and yesterday The suit he was wearing was one he had no other replacement clothes. He needed one urgently, so he bought a ready-made suit - of course he had it altered according to his own size. The style was young according to the boss, but the clothes were He didn't like the color scheme, but he had no choice but to act in a hurry, not to mention wearing this suit, everyone would treat him as a person, so why not do it.
Tossing the little boy a half-dollar coin, Brandi began to sort out the outfits. He ordered 7 sets of suits that he matched. Naturally, the boss couldn't complete this kind of workload immediately, but he promised to complete all orders within the next week, and the first set has arrived now.
After tidying up, Brandy had already changed her clothes. Brown detective hat, olive green Mexican-style shawl, brown sheep wool vest, white shirt, plus dark brown shotgun trousers, riding jeans of the same color, and black gold-embellished luxury ruthless boots with matching spurs - -Inlaying gold is a must. Anyway, he has so much money now that he doesn't know how to spend it.
Putting on this outfit, Brandy looked at herself in front of the mirror, who almost completely overlapped with the image in her memory except for the weathering that had been tempered by time, and smiled with satisfaction.
"What a bastard, aren't you, Mr. Brandi Munny?" He joked to himself, tied the gun belt hanging on the wall around his waist, and left the room.
Valentine's stables are right next to the hotel. If guests need to live in the hotel for a long time, then the stables not far away are more suitable for them to keep their horses and carriages than the horse piles outside the hotel.
Today, we welcomed an important guest here early in the morning.
"Hey, Mr. Munny, what brought you here to us? Oh, my God, you are so handsome in this outfit." The owner of the stable ran to the door and pushed the door open. Brandy came in with a flattering compliment on her face. After all, no one would say no to a wealthy, polite, young bounty hunter with unique skills and little social experience, especially in their line of work.
There is no need to wonder why this boss knew Brandi’s identity so clearly. In the chaotic Midwestern United States, people who are capable of doing any kind of decent business are not ordinary people. At the very least, An intelligence network is a must. It can not only help him screen out valuable customers, but also help his store avoid unnecessary risks. Although it is not on the table, it is indeed practical.
"Good morning, Mr. Bill Carson," Brandy said, holding up the brim of her hat, "I came to see how my horse was doing."
"Oh, he is very good. To be honest, I have never seen such a powerful and tall horse. He is just like a general, and you are the same," Bill Carson said while flattering Brandy. He led him to the stable where the dark shire horse was and said: "I have gone through all the formalities for this horse. Now he legally belongs to you completely. We have also put new horseshoes on him." , he is always available to serve you as long as you need it, and you see, according to your request, we have combed its lengthened mane and tail, and dyed it into the gradient color from black to gray that you want. .”
Brandy looked at the gradient mane on Sharma's neck that had grown to cover her neck, and was a little surprised: "Can it be formed so quickly?"
"Our work efficiency has always been very high, my dear sir." Bill Carson would not say that they used hair growth agents on horses. This is a trade secret.
"Please take care of him in the next few days," Brandi smiled and said, "But I have other needs now."
"As you wish, Mr. Munny."
"Look, I lack a horse to ride on now," Brandy said. "I trust Mr. Carson's vision, so if you can help me with my advice..."
"Ah, this is my honor, Mr. Munny," the stable owner's eyes brightened a little, "recently our shop has just bought a few good stallions. Although a gentleman like you must have very high vision, but I I think there must be someone in this batch that you like."
As Bill Carson spoke, he led Brandy outside the stable. Only then did Brandi notice that there were several fat and strong horses with smooth fur and smooth fur in the horse pen outside the stable. It can be seen that they are all good children who can withstand various tests.
"Come this way, sir," Bill Carson introduced to Brandy as he led the way, "We have a total of four horses in this batch. This palomino-striped horse is a standardbred horse, a professional horse. Competition horses are very suitable for riding by a temperamental young man like you; the big iron-gray guy here is an Alden horse. Oh ho ho, you saw it too, this is a big guy, isn't it? This horse is a serious horse I spent a lot of money to get Bajing's war horse. He is very courageous, but his temper is as docile as a girl. I think he is very suitable for a warrior like you who often fights against evil; as for this A horse with a chocolate sand color that looks delicious. It is a warmblood horse from the Netherlands. It has excellent vitality and agility. The last horse is a Hungarian hybrid that I imported from New Austin. The horse has unique dark gray striped fur. Although its speed is not the fastest and its vitality is relatively fragile, this kind of horse has always been famous for its fearlessness and outstanding endurance. I believe that if you choose him, He will definitely be your reliable companion.”
As Bill Carson spoke, he observed Brandi's expression, but he only saw a trace of entanglement and hesitation. This was not the kind of eyes full of purchasing desire. Generally, customers with this kind of eyes would not be able to If you give him a satisfactory result, there is a 90% chance that the business will fail. But fortunately, he still has a way.
"It doesn't matter if you're not satisfied with this," Bill Carson said, taking out a garishly decorated brochure and handing it to Brandi, "You can order any kind of horse you want here. Of course, it has to be in this booklet, but in addition, you can also use it to order feed, saddles, and everything you can think of related to horses.”
Brandi looked through the book and asked, "Can you get all the horses in this book?"
"Of course," Bill Carson said confidently, "our stable has business relationships with the stables over in St. Denis. If they can get it, we can get it."
"Oh? This is really new," Brandi raised her eyebrows, pointed to a page in the booklet, and said, "Then let me choose this one. How long will it take you to get it?"
When Bill Carson saw that Brandy had chosen a Turkmen horse, he was immediately troubled: "This kind of horse is very rare, and it's not easy to get. I'm not even sure whether it's available in Saint Denis." .”
"I remember you said before that as long as there are horses here, you can get them," Brandy closed the book, threw it back into Carson's arms, and said, "It seems you overestimated your own It’s your ability, Mr. Carson.”
"Hey, hey, Mr. Munny, don't worry," Bill Carson hurriedly stopped Brandi who was about to leave and said, "I just said it was hard to do, I didn't say it couldn't be done."
"I don't have a few months to wait for you to get it." Brandi said and walked away.
"In one month at most," Bill Carson gritted his teeth, "In one month at most, you can receive the Turkmen horse you want."
"In that case, I'll wait for you for a month," Brandy said. "Let me tell you in advance that I only want the black one."
"No problem, sir, as you wish," Bill Carson's mouth twitched again, but he still showed a smile, "Do you have anything else you need?"
Brandy thought for a while and said: "If you need to contact me during this period, if I still live here, just leave a message with the hotel owner. If I leave, just write a letter and leave it in the post office."
"Okay, Mr. Munny, no problem, Mr. Munny," Bill Carson said loudly from behind as he watched Brandy leave. "If you need to send the horses stored here to other stables in the future, Just go to the post office and send us a telegram, and I guarantee you’ll have your horse at the stables in your town within three days!”
"Ha, this explains why the stables in the game are universal." Brandy secretly cursed.
Leaving behind the flattering stable owner who made people feel sick to his stomach, Brandy approached the town's drugstore again. Just like before at the stable, he purchased a series of medicines he needed under the guidance of the boss. When he was about to check out, he suddenly noticed the door leading to the back room of the pharmacy and asked, "Doctor, you must have some good products that you haven't shown yet, right?"
"You have purchased the best products in our store, sir." The doctor smiled.
"Why do I think there should be something better behind that door?" Brandy asked with a smile.
The doctor's face immediately turned pale. He tried his best to hide his gaffe and said, "Sir, don't be joking. All my goods are placed here. Over there, oh yes, that is my private area. There is nothing left except some daily necessities.”
"Oh?" Brandi looked suspicious, "Why do I feel that something is wrong with your expression?"
"This...maybe it's because the weather is hot, hahahaha." The doctor did feel like he was sweating profusely now, but it was just cold sweat.
"Well... indeed, after all, spring will be over soon, right," Brandi laughed, turned and left the clinic, saying, "Thank you, doctor, I will come to take care of your business if needed in the future. of."
"Then...thank you very much, Mr. Munny, please go slowly." The doctor sent Brandy away, timidly wiped the sweat that was like a spring on his forehead, breathed a long sigh of relief, and muttered to himself: " Fortunately, fortunately no one discovered it. If something goes wrong and I get beaten up, I’m afraid it will be hard to save my wealth and life..."
