"This brother is really good at shooting. If you don't mind, can I come over and have a drink with you?"

In the quiet tavern, a man huddled in the corner suddenly made a voice. He had a white cavalry hat on his head, which was very conspicuous.

However, the other person's age seems to be in his early twenties, and the expression on his face is even a little green.

I really don’t know how a rookie like him ended up in this damned world of ice and snow.

Song Hao thought for a moment and put a piece of black bread into his mouth: "If you are not here to cause trouble, I think it is okay."

"Thank God, I just want to make a friend with you."

After receiving an affirmative answer, the young man first wrapped his coat tightly, and then crept over.

The other drinkers in the tavern looked at each other and shut their mouths obediently.

After all, if someone wanted revenge, the previous bullet could definitely pass through his head easily.

This is no fucking joke!

The woman who was the bartender also realized that Song Hao's identity was not simple, and hurriedly returned to her post. The sound of the gunshot made her have some signs of auditory hallucinations.

On the other hand, the man who had just sat down was not surprised at all. He directly picked up the black bread on the plate with his hands: "There is something to eat. My name is Aaron Herso."

"Friend, if you have ever been to Blackwater Town, you must have heard of my family. They are famous people far and wide."

Song Hao doesn't care about the Herso family, let alone where this guy comes from. He only cares about his bread being eaten by someone.

He had no choice but to ask the woman to bring two more plates of beef with a speechless face, treating him as a treat.

Because judging from the way this guy is devouring his food, it looks like he hasn’t had a full stomach for many days. He may be a homeless man who eats and drinks.

"If I heard you correctly, do you want to buy a strong mountaineering horse?"

These words immediately attracted Song Hao's attention, and he frowned slightly: "Do you have any channels?"

An incredible smile appeared on the corner of Aaron's mouth: "Don't worry, since you are willing to treat me to dinner, then I will definitely not eat your food in vain."

"But it is not convenient to discuss some details in detail now. If you are free later, we can go out for a walk together."

Song Hao's eyes rested on the lumberjacks in the tavern, and he naturally understood what they wanted to express. When going out, you must be careful that walls have ears.

So half an hour later, he bought a lot of dry food and followed Aaron out of the tavern, not forgetting to look back to see if anyone was following him.

"I'm very curious, if you are really a prominent nobleman from Blackwater Town, why would you go all the way to Meili Snow Mountain?"

Song Hao, who was walking behind him, said meaningfully: "It can't be a story about a prince who wants to take risks, but ends up not even being able to eat, right?"

Aaron, who naturally knew that the other party suspected his identity, still looked calm: "Haha, look what you said."

"There seems to be no law that prohibits nobles from venturing into the northern snowfields, right?"

He paused for a moment, as if trying to figure out the direction, and then led Song Hao into a hidden bush: "As for the second half of what you said."

"That's because my wallet was stolen in the hotel, so I've been huddled in the pub for the past few days, barely able to find a place to rest."

In any case, Song Hao was a cunning fox and did not believe this guy's words.

Noble?

They are nothing more than parasites living in the greenhouse!

Soon, following Aaron's whistle, I saw a horse with rose-colored stripes running over from the forest not far away.

And against the backdrop of the surrounding snow, its muscular lines glow with a different kind of brilliance.

Song Hao had lived for twenty years and had never seen such a beautiful color before. He couldn't help but ask: "What kind is it?"

"This girl's bloodline is Sharma and her name is Shanti. However, although her bloodline is pure, she had a serious illness when she was a child, which left these rose patterns on her skin."

While talking, Shanti came over and licked Aaron's palm, looking gentle.

Obviously, this horse is a masterpiece created by God.

Song Hao, who was very envious next to him, couldn't help but asked tentatively: "So you just want to sell this horse to me?"

"Haha, you are overthinking. I never said I wanted to sell Shanti. She is my loyal partner."

In an instant, after speaking, Aaron exerted strength on his waist and jumped onto the back of Rose Shanti.

He then extended his hand to Song Hao: "I mean, we can go to the snowy mountains together!"

"Are you kidding me?"

Two hours later, I saw that Shanti was clearly carrying the dry food of two people and his own weight, climbing several kilometers up the mountain without even taking a breath.

Someone was almost shocked...

At this time, Song Hao, who was sitting in the back, exhaled into his palms and rubbed them: "Speaking of Aaron, aren't you afraid that I will sit behind you and kill you with a knife?"

Unexpectedly, Aaron, who was joking with Shanti, replied without thinking: "I can trust you."

"If you were really a villain who killed innocent people indiscriminately, and you had such amazing marksmanship, you would have killed me dozens of times."

After that, he seemed to have seen something with his eyes shining, so he turned sideways and slid down against the horse's back.

When he returned to his seat again, several purple-red berries appeared in his hand: "Want to try it?"

Song Hao didn't speak immediately, but just stared at the berries with different colors, wondering whether they were poisonous.

After a few seconds of embarrassment, Aaron knew what the other person was thinking, so he simply put the berries in his mouth and chewed them.

As he ate it, he explained: "The name of this berry is Maldai wild fruit. Although its color is dangerous, it is actually a delicious food that can be eaten."

"It is said that a long time ago in the northern forests, Indians would collect Maldai wild fruits in winter and store them in the spring for drying, which could be used to make fine wine."

Seeing the other party swallowing the berries himself, Song Hao let down his guard and then took one and put it in his mouth.

With just a simple bite, the sweetness of the berries will spread from the taste buds to the abdomen. It is indeed a rare and delicious ingredient.

Aaron then smiled: "I know you definitely don't believe me now. This is normal."

"But I have checked your pockets and there is no gun threat at all, so I hope you can treat me as a friend."
Chapter completed!