Building My Empire in the Frozen Apocalypse (Riley Carter) novel Chapter 307

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Chapter 307 Natives From Another World

“Hey, Riley, we’ve got movement back there.” PineappleBeer quickly spotted them and gave a warning.

Riley and TartKing turned their heads at the sound.

Forty yards down the snowy slope, three caravans sat awkwardly in the snow.

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When the middle–aged leading man noticed their stares, he hesitated for a moment. After a short internal struggle, he gritted his teeth, raised both hands to show he meant no harm, and carefully drove his caravans closer.

“People still travel in caravans these days?” TartKing stared curiously at the shaggy horses.

“Is this some kind of retro cosplay? Still, these horses look pretty cool.”

“It’s not cosplay.”

Riley narrowed her eyes. She studied their old–fashioned wool fur coats and the complicated ancient patterns carved on the

caravans.

“They look like… native residents.”

The caravans soon stopped a dozen yards away from them.

The middle–aged man jumped down. His legs were numb from the cold, and he nearly stumbled and fell.

He walked unsteadily forward and bowed deeply to Riley, his tone extremely respectful.

“Honorable lords.”

His voice was rough and hoarse. White steam from his breath froze instantly in the air.

“Forgive our intrusion. We mean no harm. We simply got lost in the storm. We heard noise over here, so we came to check…”

Riley glanced at him, then looked at the other three people peeking out from the other caravans: one man and two women.

There were four of them in total.

All of them looked half–dead from the cold. Their skin was blue and purple, and their eyes were dull. They had clearly reached their physical limit.

“Who are you people?” Riley put away her dual axes and softened her tone.

“Where did you come from, and where are you heading?”

“We… we’re a transport crew from High Court Winery.”

The man rubbed his frozen hands and answered shakily, “We were ordered to deliver a butch of newly brewed ice crape Wine to the Count of Winterhold City.

But three days ago, thick fog rolled in out ” followed by this terrible snowstorm.

“We lost our way, and our compass broke. Our crew originally had more than a dozen people. Some got separated, others froze to

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death… only four of us remain.”

His eyes turned red as he spoke.

“Lords, we truly have no idea where we are. If we fail to deliver the goods on time, we get no pay. Worse, we owe the winery a massive penalty. Not even selling our entire families could cover that debt.”

“High Court Winery? Winterhold City?”

Riley and PineappleBeer exchanged a confused glance.

They had never heard of either place.

Just like Joseph, these people were natives brought over by the ongoing world fusion.

“I don’t know where Winterhold City is. I’ve never even heard of it,” Riley told them plainly.

The light of hope in the middle–aged man’s eyes faded completely.

“We’re done… we’re all done…”

The two young women in the back caravan buried their faces in their hands and began to sob.

Lost in the endless snow, unable to deliver their cargo, and nearly out of food, they faced certain death. Days of suffering had pushed their mental state to the breaking point.

“I don’t know the way to Winterhold City, but I can offer you temporary shelter.

“You’ll have hot water and warm food. Rest and recover first. You can figure out the rest later.”

On the snow plain, shortly after the blizzard ended, two heavy–duty snowmobiles led the way. Behind them creaked three old wooden caravans.

This strange group dragged a long trail of tracks across the snow until they stopped in front of a camp surrounded by stone walls.

“We’re home.”

As soon as the vehicles halted, Tartking hopped off PineappleBeer’s bike and ran ahead to open the camp gate.

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