It's snowing heavily again.
The cold wind kept shrieking, and it was so strong that it almost shook down the trees and took off the roof of the carriage.
I don’t know why, but I felt a little weak. I could only lean against the corner of the carriage and huddle up.
"Toriel!" Ricky's deep and loud voice shook my temples, "We have to get to the inn quickly!"
"Young Master!" The groom known as Thoril whirred his horsewhip outside, "I have to tell you the truth! No one knows where we are now!"
"What did you say?!"
Clang--
At that moment, the carriage tilted, and the sudden imbalance made us all scream. If I had not immediately clung to the window, I would have rolled into a pile with Ricky Sari and the others.
"oh!"
"What's going on?!" Ricky shouted angrily outside.
"Ouch--" Toriel groaned from outside the window, "I, my foot is twisted...hiss...young master, the wheel got stuck in the snow pit." He seemed to be walking over with difficulty, and I I saw that the not-so-thick carriage door panel shook, and then Toril's voice came in again. It sounded like he was gritting his teeth and trying hard, "Young Master, the door is stuck. You have to wait. Hey. !”
The door panel shook, but still failed to open.
I opened the window, and suddenly, the cold and biting air rushed in.
I looked out. At this moment, we seemed to have arrived at a remote farm.
I don't know where this is, but there is no doubt that this is not Agamand Manor.
You must have heard of the Agamand family, right? Their territory is the richest place in the north of Lordaeron. But this place is simple and desolate. As far as the eye can see, there are only crushed fences and a row of wooden houses that are crumbling in the wind and snow. There is no legendary huge mill windmill standing in the center of the manor.
The man who came to greet us was a man wrapped in thick fur. Just as he walked to the carriage, a thick layer of snowflakes fell on his shoulders, "Hey! Are you guys? Who?!" he yelled.
"We are travelers, going to Agamand Manor!" Toril also shouted in reply, "Good Samaritan, come and help me, the door is stuck!"
"Then you are going the wrong way! This is the Gallon Farm!" the person said loudly. It seemed that he was very strong. He actually opened the door in three clicks, and then he poked his head towards us again. He looked inside the carriage and said, "There are still two girls! What a shame! Come down and take shelter over there first, otherwise, you will have to be buried in the blizzard!"
I have to say, my head was dizzy, especially when I jumped out of the car and looked at the snow flakes with golden edges shining in the sun, I felt like I wanted to vomit.
Taking two steps back, I held on to the cold pedals of the carriage.
Just in time, Ricky was about to get down from the top. You know, he was already lame and couldn't get in and out of the carriage by himself. Moreover, he perfectly inherited my father's height, so when Toriel helped him, his entire face was distorted by the pressure. Subconsciously, I stretched out my hand.
Ricky seemed stunned for a moment, but he still put his palm on my arm and jumped out of the carriage awkwardly. But the moment his feet hit the ground, he pulled his hand back with a shameful face, as if accepting my help was an extremely shameful thing.
oh!
If I hadn't been so dizzy right now, I would have punched his stinky face!
"Let's go quickly to avoid the heavy snow." The sari who finally jumped out of the car was wrapped in a snow-white fur and squeezed past me. "Toril, bring down Ricky's chair. It's too heavy! Let me hold Ricky up!"
Even though my vision was a little blurry, I saw Ricky's cheeks stiffen.
This sari is always so stupid, and she always says the most "intimate" words at the most "appropriate" time.
"Let's go!" Sari didn't realize anything. Instead, she picked up Ricky's arm and tried to pull him forward. If the kind farmer from the Gallon Farm hadn't stopped him, he would have tried. Fall down.
