After leaving the card table, Brandy followed Hosea to the side. Brandy asked: "So, what do you need me to do?"
"It's been almost a day since Swanson left the camp," Hosios said with some worry. "I'm a little worried about him. You know, people with confused minds can't keep their mouth shut. In our current state, we can only keep maintaining
Only by keeping a low profile can you ensure safety at all times, so..."
"So, the purpose of you pulling me off the card table is to get our drug addict pastor back?" Brandy sighed helplessly and said, "With all due respect, this kind of thing is not
It has to be me, right?”
"It is true, but if I make the choice again, you are still the best candidate at the moment," Hosea said, patting Brandi on the shoulder and said, "Among the young guys in the camp now,
You are the most reliable one. Bill has a bad temper, and John has a lot of things to deal with. Besides, Swanson has a good relationship with you, right?"
"Ah, yes, he and I do have a good rapport," Brandi nodded and said, "But only when he treats my injuries, I have to say that he is indeed a good doctor."
"So?" Hosea said with a smile on his lips.
Brandi sighed lightly, moved her neck casually, and said, "I'll be back soon."
"That's right," Hosea smiled and said, "The pastor shouldn't be far away. He likes to go to a nearby train station, which is less than a mile away. I hope you can come back in time for dinner.
.”
"Oh, forget it, I'd rather not catch up." Brandy said as she walked towards Jueying, who was kicking her hooves freely outside the camp.
"Young man," Hosea looked at Brandi's leaving figure, smiled and shook his head, then returned to the card table and shouted, "Hey, gentlemen, when you finish this round, would you mind letting one
Will the old man join in halfway?"
Coming out of the Horseshoe Lookout hidden behind the trees, and less than a mile south along the railway line, there is a train platform called Flat Neck. Compared to the Valentine train station, this place is even more humble.
It doesn't have any architectural style, and it doesn't even have a decent staff. Although other than that, all the facilities are complete, but this kind of self-service style without any service seems a bit a bit unsatisfactory for this era in Brandy's opinion.
It's too avant-garde.
Although there is no perfect service here, it is still a lively platform. No matter whether the train arrives or not, no matter whether the train stops here to pick up passengers and send off passengers, there will still be men in twos and threes wandering and gathering here. As for the reason, Bu, who is familiar with the game content,
Randy knows it very well. After all, it was the place where he first met Texas Hold'em Poker. He may forget thousands of things every day, but he still has a very deep impression of this place.
"Should we say that a dog can't change its habit of eating shit?" Brandi thought while letting Jueying walk slowly in the right direction, "I dare say that Swanson is definitely not doing this once or twice.
Before that, Arthur might have looked for him several times in the same place. Sometimes it is really hard to imagine that a person like Swanson, who is so obsessed with his own depraved desires, could actually be a priest. However, if he
If he hadn't degenerated like this, he probably wouldn't have been mixed up with a criminal gang like the Van der Linde Gang. Maybe that's what he was talking about. Tsk, it doesn't seem very appropriate to say that. At least among the desperadoes, the Van der Linde Gang's
The overall ideological level of this gang is quite high. For a man like Swanson who has fallen too deep, if he didn't have surgical skills at his side, even if he had saved Dutch's life, the gang would not have kept him like this.
Long."
The distance of less than a mile is not very far, and even if Jueying is just walking slowly, the speed is not slow. When Brandy saw the water tower of the train station and the train station that had withstood the wind, sun and rain for many years,
When it was on the roof, the sun had just moved a little bit from due south to southwest.
Tying Jueying to the hitching post next to the platform, Brandi jumped off the horse and prepared to look for Swanson. He didn't think Swanson would definitely be here, although he was not allowed to go to Watts now.
In Lundin, the closest place he could find for recreation was here, but he didn't feel that
However, perhaps it was a habit left over from his previous life. Rather than calling out the priest's name to look for people everywhere, he still preferred asking others, not for anything else but because he felt it would not make him look stupid.
At this time, there were no passengers outside the station. Brandi walked around and saw only a middle-aged man dressed as a gentleman and smoking sitting on a bench set up next to the platform, so he planned to go up and ask.
.
This middle-aged man looked a little haggard, but he was in good spirits. When these two characteristics appeared in a person at the same time, there was always an inexplicable sense of conflict. However, when Brandi noticed the piles of people piled next to him,
When he smokes high-end cigarettes, everything is much easier to explain. His good spirit is stimulated by tobacco, and his haggard face is an honest reflection of his actual condition.
Although Brandi also smokes now and has become accustomed to and enjoys the stimulation brought by tobacco, he was not a smoker in his previous life and even tried to avoid second-hand smoke. Although he has joined the ranks of smokers now, he is still very fond of smoking.
He exercised restraint. When he smoked the most, he never smoked more than five cigarettes a day, and he still maintained the habit of staying away from people who were puffing on smoke. When faced with the devil in the smoke like the gentleman in front of him, according to his personal habits, he
He will inevitably retreat, which may be some kind of psychological mysophobia. Even if he is no longer the good boy in his previous life, he cannot change this almost instinctive feeling.
Although she really didn't want to have anything to do with the evil spirit in the smoke, Brandi finally chose to go forward after doing a lot of psychological work on herself in order to find Swanson.
However, before Brandy could speak, the man who was puffing on smoke noticed him and greeted him: "Oh, do you smoke, sir?"
"Uh, smoke," Brandi was inadvertently snatched away by the other party, and he choked on what he was about to say, so her expression was a little awkward, "but not as much as you."
"Sir, are you okay?" The middle-aged man looked at Brandy's awkward expression and sent a concerned greeting.
"Ah, it's okay, it's just a little... uh, how should I put it..." Brandy subconsciously rubbed the center of her eyebrows and said.
"A little tired, aren't you?" The middle-aged man didn't wait for Brandy to answer, and stuffed a few packs of exquisitely packaged high-end cigarettes into Brandy's hands and said, "Come on, take some and smoke, just smoke a little."
Well, smoking is good for your health."
"Oh, thank you," Brandy put the cigarette into her pocket and then asked, "But you just said that smoking is good for your health. Are you serious?"
"Of course," the middle-aged man said, not feeling any fallacy in his ridiculous remarks, "don't you read the newspaper? Smoking has many benefits for people. It strengthens the body, refreshes the mind, and is good for us men.
There are other benefits.”
"Well, in that case, I don't have anything to say." Brandy shook his head helplessly. Coming from a modern society more than a hundred years later, he naturally knew how serious the harm of smoking would be to the human body, but it was very difficult for him to do so.
Obviously, in order to gain more profits, the capitalists of this era do not hesitate to deceive the people with big lies in order to squeeze out the wealth they have. Although in the wild west, the stimulation of tobacco is almost indispensable for the people living here.
, but Brandy despises this method.
Although he wanted to correct the middle-aged man's misconceptions, on the one hand, he just met this person by chance, and on the other hand, the purpose of his coming here was not to argue with strangers, so he continued to ask: "
By the way, sir, have you ever met a pastor? He is about forty or fifty years old, short, thin, with disheveled hair and sunken eye sockets."
"A pastor?" the middle-aged man asked, "It's hard to imagine that a young man like you came here just to find someone, or a pastor. I would like to ask, what is your relationship with him? He is yours
Godfather? Or are you his guardian?" After saying that, the man was amused by his own cold joke.
"It's just an acquaintance. To be honest, if he hadn't saved my life, I wouldn't be willing to come out to find him." Brandi sighed helplessly and said, "But sir, please answer me directly.
Have you seen him?"
"The priest?"
"right."
"Look like a junkie?"
"That's right."
"And he smells of alcohol, is drunk, and talks nonsense?"
"I guess so," Brandi said, suddenly finding some meaning in the middle-aged man's words and asked, "It seems you have seen him?"
"Yes, I have. I have indeed seen him, my young gentleman," the middle-aged man threw the cigarette butt in his hand aside and said, "But I think there is no need for you to disturb him now, because you are now
Not only do you not need to worry about his personal safety, but he is also very happy."
"Even so, I have to let him return to reality. His family is very worried about him." Brandy began to become impatient.
"Oh, young sir, don't worry, I didn't mean to fool you when I said that, but I wanted to be honest." The middle-aged man refilled a cigarette for himself, and then took out a silver pocket watch from his coat pocket.
, opened the watch cover, looked at the time, and said, "It's rare to meet an interesting person, so I can't help but want to add a little fun to my boring journey, but you don't have to worry that I will take up too much of your time.
, my train will arrive in about five or six minutes. Before I board the train, I think you wouldn’t mind chatting with me? Of course, if you mind, that’s okay, but I can’t help you either.
That’s it for now.”
Faced with such a difficult gentleman, Brandi was a little embarrassed. Although he had a million reluctances in his heart, after thinking about it carefully, he decided to spend a few minutes with this gentleman. After all, now
He is not a pure Westerner, and his behavior is always affected by certain codes of conduct left over from the civilized society in his previous life. If it were Arthur or John, he would have simply interrupted that by now.
It is possible for people to talk nonsense or even draw a gun directly.
"Oh, well, I hope it's really only a few minutes," Brandi sighed and said, "Speaking of which, your interest in cigarettes is really unprecedented in my life. You brought so many cigarettes because of your trip.
Or is it always like this?"
"Ah, no, no, no, I'm not interested in cigarettes. I only smoke them because I'm afraid of waste and because of their health benefits," the middle-aged man explained, taking out a card from the open cigarette box and saying
, "I'm only interested in cards, cigarette cards."
"Oh, okay." Brandy heard this and nodded in disbelief. At this time, he had already recalled this person and the stranger task of collecting cigarette cards related to him in the game. However,
Although this person said this, Brandy could see that this person was serious about his love for cigarettes themselves.
"Oh, do you have one?" the middle-aged man suddenly asked.
"What? Those cigarette cards?" Brandi responded.
"Of course, have you forgotten what we have been talking about?" The middle-aged man looked at Brandy with some humor.
"Of course there is, but I didn't bring it with me." Brandy spread her hands and said.
"Oh, that's such a pity, because maybe you have a card that I don't have, and I will give you a price that you are absolutely satisfied with," the middle-aged man seemed a little discouraged and said, "But why didn't you bring it with you?
It’s just a few cards, nothing heavy.”
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Because you are not the only one who discovered their collection value, sir," Brandi smiled slightly. At this time, he noticed a train driving slowly.
Come and say, "By the way, I think your train should have arrived."
"Ah, it's it, it's here." The middle-aged man looked back at the train that was slowly entering the station, hurriedly packed his things, stood up, looked at Brandy, and said, "I didn't expect it.
I met a fellow traveler in such a small place. It’s a pity that we can’t have a long conversation. I believe you can understand the joy and pain that collecting these cigarette cards brings to me. I hope I can have the opportunity to see you again in the future, young sir.”
"I wish you a safe journey, sir," Brandi stretched out her right hand. Seeing this, the middle-aged man also extended his hand. The two shook hands politely and said, "The most important thing is to take care of yourself."
"Oh, thank you, sir, thank you. Of course I will take care of myself." The middle-aged man took back his hand, took out a small card from the inner pocket of his suit jacket, and said, "Oh, by the way, I think you know
, such cigarette cards are worth collecting only if they are collected into a series. If you get extra rare cards and intend to sell them, send them to this address, and to Phineas T. Ramsbottom, which is me.
Here, believe me, the price I give is absolutely fair."
After saying that, the man named Phineas T. Ramsbottom carried his suitcase and hurriedly walked towards the train. When he stepped on the steps of the train carriage, he seemed to remember
He turned around and said, "Ah, by the way, your pastor friend should still be at the platform now. If you go in and take a look, you might gain something."
The train left, leaving Brandi alone in front of the platform. After a long while, he finally cursed.
"Gee! You really wasted five minutes of my time. If I just went in by myself, it wouldn't be a problem," Brandy threw the business card to the ground viciously. After scolding,
After thinking about it, he picked up the business card and put it away, "That's all, I already collect cigarette cards anyway, so it's not a big deal to collect one more."
Although Brandi has no impression of this man named Phineas T. Ramsbottom, he still remembers the cigarette cards, so from the first day he came to this world
, he consciously collected cigarette cards. After arriving in Valentine Town, he even asked someone to customize a small wooden box with 12 compartments specifically to hold the cigarette cards he collected. So far, a total of 144
He also collected about thirty cigarette cards, many of which were duplicates, but he didn’t care. They were deliberately collected in the game to achieve 100% game progress, but now there is no need for that. Everything
Randomly, although he did not originally have this kind of collecting habit, Brandy believes that in this era, finding a relatively healthy and uplifting hobby for himself is beneficial to his physical and mental health. Although he has not completely outgrown that kind of obsession with human life.
A chaotic state with no concept, but he didn't want to really become a murderous pervert, so he decided to cultivate various hobbies for himself very early, and collecting cigarette cards was a good start.