دانلود رمان انگلیسی “سعود یک درس خون” – بخش 4 – جلد 3

Gil watched as snow slammed against the window. There was another blizzard outside; the Lord of Winter was no doubt going on a massive rampage somewhere. Why couldn’t the Knight’s Order just kill it already? Once it was gone, he could gather the parues Lady Rozemyne loved to eat.
“Kai, bring that box over here. Selim, take the paper from this shelf,” Gil instructed. Each breath came out as a fine mist so icy white that he thought it might freeze midair. He paced on the spot, genuinely worried about his toes freezing from the cold, breathing on his fingertips every now and then in an attempt to warm them. Since the Rozemyne Workshop was located in what had once been a storage space, and since it was packed with flammable goods like paper, there was no furnace for them to use.
“Is this all we need to carry?” asked Achim, the gray priest.
Gil gazed across the workshop once more and nodded. The gray priests had picked up all the paper and tools they would need for their handiwork. He stepped outside with the others, firmly locked the door, and then hurried away from the workshop. Now began their work in the orphanage’s dining hall.
“Ah, Gil. Thank you for enduring the cold,” Fritz said upon noticing his return, taking a momentary pause from leading the others. “Which section will you manage? Is it about time for us to switch?”
Gil mulled over the question. He had been operating as a supervisor up until yesterday, so maybe switching with Fritz was indeed a good idea. They regularly exchanged the position to ensure their reports to Rozemyne were as accurate as possible; two sets of eyes made it easier for them to evaluate how the gray priests were handling their work and pick up on any interpersonal issues among them.