I Can Meet with Dead Scientists

Chapter 451 - 224: Sudden Change! (Thanks to Boss Meng Zesheng for the Alliance Leader reward!!!)

With Old Man Elva, who had considerable standing in the village, present.

The replacement of the carriage’s axle went smoothly and was fully adjusted in less than half an hour.

Of course.

This also had a lot to do with Thomson’s generous payment:

A typical axle like this originally cost a bit over one pound, but Thomson directly doubled it, purchasing it for two pounds and one shilling.

Bear in mind.

In 1840, the income of an ordinary worker in the United Kingdom was about 15-20 shilling a week, with a monthly salary amounting to just a bit over Three Heroes List.

Sterling, as a carpenter, earned barely over four pounds in peak season, let alone now during the off-season.

However, Thomson was not purely a spendthrift — this time, he left London with a mission, and the funds were fully provided by Cambridge.

It wasn’t his own money.

Thus, he didn’t scrimp and save when spending it.

Unfortunately, they spent too much time on the way here, and now entering Whitecome Mountain, they couldn’t travel much further and couldn’t exit the mountain before dark.

So, Thomson and Xu Yun had to stay overnight in Mendisolo Village and resume their journey early the next morning.

Fortunately, although Elva looked short, he inherited the Celtic’s generosity.

He specifically arranged three guest rooms for Thomson and Xu Yun, fully equipped with bedding, hot water, hot food, and more.

It was an uneventful night.

....

Early the next morning.

The three of Xu Yun woke up as usual, packed their luggage, and prepared to set off.

At this time, Elva was already waiting outside.

Seeing Thomson and Xu Yun arrive, he first asked others to open the village gate to let the carriage smoothly exit.

Then he walked up to Thomson, smiling and asked:

"Mr. Thomson, how did you sleep last night?"

Thomson rubbed his neck, nodded heavily, and said:

"The room was very comfortable, thank you, Mr. Elva."

"It was nothing."

Elva casually waved his hand, a hint of reminiscence flashing in his eyes as he looked outside the village:

"Scotland is vast and sparsely populated, it’s easy to get lost or encounter difficulties when going out alone, especially in late autumn when it’s dangerous outdoors."

"I was once injured hunting out in the wilderness in my younger days, and it was only with the help of another village that I survived."

"So since then, if travelers come to ask for help, I try my best to assist them."

Thomson nodded in agreement.

Although he was Irish, he moved to Scotland when he was seven.

During those critical formative years, he was immersed in Scottish culture, now resembling the Scots.

Therefore, he understood well.

Though Scots and English fight fiercely against each other, internally, their relationships are very friendly.

Or it could be said, this is a kind of human clustering instinct.

Of course.

Excluding Xiaoxiba and Little Baka.

Then Elva raised his head and looked at the sky.

Compared to yesterday’s clear and sunny weather, today’s sky was a bit gloomy and gray.

Such an environment could easily fetch five points on a language comprehension exam, questioning the purpose of the weather’s description.

Upon seeing this.

Elva couldn’t help but look at Thomson, concerned, and said:

"Mr. Thomson, today’s weather seems a bit bad. Would you like to stay in the village for another day?"

Thomson was silent for a moment and then shook his head.

If not for the mission, he might be willing to stay for an extra day or two, but clearly now was not the time to make friends:

"Sorry, Mr. Elva, we are pressed for time and must leave."

"When I return from the United Kingdom, I will definitely come back to visit you and bring you some good wine!"

Seeing this, Elva no longer insisted and sent Thomson and the others a few pots of wine and some dried meat strips, bidding them farewell after walking a few hundred meters.

And just as Elva returned to the village entrance, he suddenly encountered someone head-on.

This was a burly man with a gray-brown scar on his forehead, looking quite fierce.

This man was named McCall, and he and his brother Kurz were known hunters in the village, having once hunted grizzly bears.

However, a few years ago, the brothers, discontented with the unstable income from hunting, borrowed a lot of money to purchase some goods and went to Glasgow to start a fur business.

But the local woolen merchants set them up, and the brothers ended up losing everything, now having to reluctantly return to hunting to repay debts.

Seeing McCall in a hurried state, Elva quickly stopped him and asked:

"McCall, where are you heading out so early?"

Elva, elected by the village council, had the authority to question those entering and leaving the village, so McCall had to stop, raise the crossbow arrow in his hand, and say:

"Hmm, I’m planning to see if there are any prey in the mountains."

"Hunting?"

Elva repeated in surprise, thinking of something, and continued asking:

"Then what about Kurz? I remember seeing him by the gambling table yesterday noon, but he was nowhere to be found in the afternoon."

Hearing this, McCall’s face stiffened slightly, and he said hesitantly:

"My brother went scouting in the mountains yesterday; we agreed to meet this morning. No more time to chat, Old Man Elva, I must go!"

After McCall left.

Elva glanced at the gray sky, the doubt in his eyes growing stronger.

In this weather, hunting?

Since when did these brothers become so diligent?