I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 27 Good Man Chris and His Unknown Dream

Chris trembled and took a long breath.

Peeing in winter is definitely not a pleasant thing, especially when it is snowing outdoors, which puts even more pressure on the bladder.

It has been a month and a half since they left Neama. The caravan has been traveling in circles for so long and has taken some long detours. According to Isaac's estimation, it will take about half a month to reach the destination.

A month and a half has passed, and the remaining half month doesn't seem very long.

However, the rest of the journey will also be the most difficult one, because at this moment Isaac's caravan has left the core territory of the Bohemian Empire and is gradually approaching the border provinces, and there are more and more bandits on the road.

Passersby and even caravans traveling together along the way have become dangerous. No one knows their true identities or whether they have other part-time jobs.

When setting up camp at night, Isaac was more cautious in choosing the location of the temporary camp. After setting up camp, he would arrange more than ten sentries to rotate around the camp to prevent possible sneak attacks by bandits.

Isaac rejected all the self-recommended mercenaries he met on the road. No matter how they sweet-talked him, he didn't believe them.

So, when he urinated tonight, Chris was very cautious and did not dare to go far away from the camp, but just relieved himself at the edge of the campfire.

Before peeing, Chris carefully looked around to make sure that no bad guys would jump out of the bushes in front of him and swing a knife at his younger brother while he was urinating.

After peeing and putting on his pants, Chris didn't rush back to his tent. Instead, he walked around the camp with a flintlock rifle.

Although there are secret sentries near the camp wearing sleeping bags and waterproof cloaks, lying on trees and hiding in bush pits, they can effectively provide covert security for the camp.

But out of caution, Chris still took a look around himself. After making sure that there was no unusual movement near the camp, he walked back with satisfaction.

Before returning to his tent, Chris found several people gathered around the campfire in the middle of the camp chatting.

It was not late yet, so it was normal not to be able to sleep. Chris didn't mind it too much. He even planned to go around behind the tent next to him so as not to disturb them.

But when Chris heard his name mentioned in their conversation, he subconsciously stopped and stood behind the shadow of the tent to eavesdrop on the conversation.

"Trading in winter is really hard. Why are you willing to travel so far?"

Chris was very familiar with the person who was speaking. He was a player who could play the lute. What was his name... Alibaba?
"for money?"

"Before I left, I didn't know there would be so much money. I just wanted to repay a favor."

"Me too. I heard that Mr. Chris needed help, so I followed Sister Connie. I wanted to repay him."

"I am a Bagnian. I just want to send my country's prince back home."

Three people gave two answers, which surprised Alibaba, who was wearing a velvet white robe, had a mustache, and looked like a bard.

"I'm curious. I have some wine here. Tell me, what favor did Chris do for you?"

Alibaba handed the wine bag in his hand to a middle-aged man, an old smuggler under Isaac, with a weathered and capable face.

As long as we have wine, that’s easy.

The middle-aged smuggler took the bag of wine with a smile on his face, took a few sips to satisfy his craving, and then told his story. "I used to be a broke bastard, too broke to even afford a drink. Boss Isaac's partnership with Mr. Chris gave me the opportunity to earn enough money to send my son to accounting school. As long as he successfully graduated, he wouldn't have to be a smuggler like me."

My son is definitely a decent man, so when the boss said Mr. Chris needed help, I felt that I should work hard for my son and for other poor people. "

As he spoke, the drunk smacked his lips, took a final sip of the wine, then carefully put the cork back in and hid the wine bag close to his body.

"Mr. Chris's goods were plentiful and very cheap, and he helped many, many poor people. He was a friend of the poor and should not have died in the Bohemian Empire."

"What about you?"

Alibaba turned his gaze to the second person and handed a piece of sugar cube wrapped in butter paper to the young man under Connie.

The young man couldn't wait to take the candy, tore open the paper, and put it in his mouth with a look of happiness on his face.

"My mother was cured by Dr. Chris. She was waiting to die at the time. My brother and I could only watch her run a high fever, cough constantly, and cough until she vomited blood. We cried for many nights.

We had no money, the pastor of the Church of God of Light refused to open the door for us, and the doctor at the big hospital said that Mom was beyond saving and asked us to go back and prepare for the funeral.

At this time, we could only carry my mother home. When we passed by Dr. Chris's clinic, he came out and asked us to stop. He examined my mother on the side of the road, prescribed medicine, and didn't ask us to pay.

He asked my mother to stay in the clinic and asked my brother and me to stay alone to take care of her. He also brought three meals a day for us. After ten days, my mother recovered and was able to get out of bed and walk.

So when Connie, the head honcho, came to us and said Dr. Chris needed help, I came because my brother needed to work to support Mom and couldn't get away."

Alibaba cast his last gaze towards the third man, who scratched his head.

“I’m from Bagniya, and I’m one of the poor people the elder brother mentioned earlier. Prince Chris’s goods have benefited many poor people in Bagniya, so I think he is a kind person.

If His Royal Highness the Prince returns to his country, the poor people in his country will probably live a better life.

So, I followed Connie here."

When Alibaba heard this, he had a clue.

"After listening to your three descriptions, there is no doubt that Chris is a good man, a very good man. Do you know what Chris is going to do when he leaves Bohemia and returns to Bagnian?"

The three of them looked at each other, then stared at Alibaba together.

"He wanted to build a country where no poor people would starve to death. Chris had a dream since he was a child. He hoped that all poor people would have their own houses and could have new clothes to wear every year.

Children and the elderly in poor families will not starve to death, they will all have food to eat, young people will have jobs, and they will all marry wives, and they can live a stable and peaceful life. Noble lords cannot kill people at will..."

When Chris heard this, he was completely stunned.

No, when did I tell the players about this? I have this dream, how come I don’t know about it?

(End of this chapter)