Wilderness Redemption Tour

Lin Yan's wild idea really shocked Arthur. He was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Mary is not Molly. She will not give up her entire family because of me."

"Hi!" Lin Yan waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "That was before. Now she is single again. Maybe her standards for a partner have lowered. Otherwise, why would she contact you again? Think about it carefully."

"What you said..." Arthur lowered his head and thought for a while, "... seems to make some sense. Why didn't I think of it?" As this idea came into being, Arthur's frown gradually relaxed, and he began to talk to himself: "I should have thought of it earlier. She might have really wanted to ask me for help, but what happened next was more than just a simple thank you. I should have been bolder and more proactive..."

The more he talked, the more joyful his face became, and he even hugged Lin Yan in the end. "Oh, Jamie, you are so great. Thank you for your guidance and advice. It turns out that I was the one who was kept in the dark."

Being hugged tightly by a man was a feeling Lin Yan had never experienced before. Arthur's broad shoulders made him, as a man, feel safe. He didn't believe that a widowed woman would be so cruel as to reject him twice.

"Come on!" Lin Yan patted Arthur on the back and encouraged him.

"What are you doing..." Less than a second after the two hugged each other, Sadie's voice rang in their ears.

Arthur calmly let go of Lin Yan and said happily: "Jamie helped me a lot, and I am thanking him." After that, he patted Lin Yan's shoulder, smiled again, and hurriedly rode away without even eating breakfast.

Facing Sadie's suspicious gaze, Lin Yan scratched his head and smiled: "Nothing, just giving Arthur some advice on the road of love."

"I am still a bachelor, and I am still trying to enlighten others..."

Lin Yan said righteously: "So what? Aren't psychologists normal people?"

Sadie gave Lin Yan a speechless look and changed the subject: "When are we leaving?"

Lin Yan raised his finger and pointed at Pearson, who was standing next to the stew pot and slurping the food with a spoon, "Let's go after dinner."

Today's breakfast is Pearson's specialty - stewed offal. In fact, Pearson once boasted that every dish he cooked was his specialty. Arthur secretly mocked him for this, "If the navy's cooks are at the same level as him, our army will sooner or later have internal strife."

Having said that, as a military chef, Pearson's cooking skills are still "remarkable". To him, "good at eating" is a compliment. Fortunately, the members of the Van der Linde gang have long been accustomed to his cooking skills. Even if the food is not to their taste, most people can still grit their teeth and eat it. A mouthful of hot soup and hot dishes is always better than sleeping in the open.

Lin Yan had the same idea at first. The food of Americans more than a hundred years ago - the food of American robber gangs - was even worse than he expected. He had picked up unwanted leftovers at the market and had eaten boiled vegetables. When he saw Pearson's cooking, he never thought that someone could make food so unpalatable, but gradually he got used to it. As long as he didn't get an upset stomach, it didn't matter what he ate.

Looking at the animal organs on the plate, Lin Yan fell into deep thought again. He thought he was used to Pearson's cooking skills, and even if he made food that tasted worse than before, Lin Yan would just smile and accept it. But he didn't expect that he still underestimated Pearson's bottom line. The food in front of him, which was made from unknown animal parts, was not only served from a stew pot, but his subconscious told Lin Yan that it was food. He couldn't see or smell any taste of food.

Lin Yan used a spoon to stir the animal organs on the plate, looking at the yellow-green soup on it, smelling the fishy smell with a faint stench, and really couldn't bear to eat it. He wondered why he didn't smell this extremely pungent smell just now. If he had smelled it earlier, he would have left long ago.

Now that it's served, before eating it, let's observe the reactions of other people who have eaten this food...

Bill, who also came from the military, complained while eating that Pearson made the food too salty again; Javier first smelled it with a frown, took a sip, then got up and found a place to pour it out silently; Marybeth, who was sleepy, walked to the cooking pot, but hesitated when she picked up the iron spoon. After thinking about it, she finally gave it to Tilly beside her; Sean started a passionate confrontation with Pearson since he served the food in the pot, and the verbal dispute reached its climax after he took a sip. Many people who had not yet served their food were discouraged, including Sadie.

Lin Yan and Sadie waited for a long time, but finally decided to set off on an empty stomach.

As soon as he rode out of the camp, Lin Yan complained to Sadie: "If I had known Pearson would do this, I should have gone with Arthur."

Sadie was not surprised by this. "I've seen that fat guy's cooking skills vary. He can make the same thing taste different. I don't know why he has to cook. Does Dutch have some special hobby..."

"Maybe it's because he only knows how to cook. Others can do something else. If he doesn't cook, he will become the second uncle."

The muddy shore is very close to Shadibele, only more than half an hour's journey away. The two hungry people chatted and laughed all the way and soon arrived at the designated location.

There is a three-way intersection not far from the wooden bridge across the Kamassa River. From here, you can go west to Rhodes, and you need to cross the Kamassa River twice to reach Saint Denis in the east. This is the shortest way. What Lemoyne lacks the least is rolling hills and dense forests. Lin Yan found a small hill with dense trees nearby, tied up the horse, and brought some food to Sadie and himself. The two of them ate while waiting.

"Are we going to just rob or what? I remember the station clerk told us not to hurt anyone." After filling her stomach, Sadie asked about the plan for the next action.

"It depends on how many people there are." Lin Yan didn't think a bad singer would be accompanied by many people. "I think three people is the maximum. If it's one or two, we can just threaten them with guns and tie them up. If it's three, we can knock one of them unconscious first. If there are nosy passers-by, I'm sorry, it's his bad luck to meet us today."

"I understand." Sadie nodded without hesitation.

After waiting patiently for a while, he saw a carriage pulled by three horses slowly approaching from a distance. Before the carriage got close, a high-pitched mezzo-soprano voice reached Lin Yan's ears before the carriage.