HLM – Chapter 901 Quite an Interesting Thing

With a knife in hand, Gerald made a couple of chopping motions, then suddenly swung his blade. A flash of cold light streaked past, and fine strands of hair flew off Atulu’s head…

“Fuck!”

Atulu immediately cursed. “Damn you, Gerald! Hey, Dad, watch your son! Did you see what he just did? If I had looked up at that moment, I’d already be meeting God!”

Uncle Bing shrugged. “Impossible, right? Have you also embraced my Lord Christ? Will your Maori gods forgive you?”

Atulu growled, “Is that the point?”

Uncle Bing laughed heartily and patted his shoulder. “Alright, alright, my brother. Gerald, be careful next time—don’t just wave knives around. You are, after all, a police officer now!”

Gerald lightly ran his fingers along the blade. “Such a fine knife, forged a thousand times over!”

Atulu rolled his eyes. Clearly, Gerald hadn’t paid the slightest attention to his father’s words.

Xiao Si and Ron arrived as well. Holding hands with Dale, they said, “Dale, Dale, we haven’t seen you in so long. Christmas without you just isn’t fun.”

Dale proudly lifted her chin. “I won’t spend Christmas here anymore. We’re going somewhere with snow—Finland! Rovaniemi. Do you know where that is?”

“Santa Claus’s hometown!” Xiao Si said with envy.

Dale nodded, then took down her pink reindeer backpack and opened it. “I brought gifts for you! These are gifts from Santa Claus himself.”

“What’s inside?” the two kids asked eagerly.

“Moomin dolls! Aren’t they adorable?” Dale pulled out a pile of dolls from the bag.

Moomin is a native Finnish cartoon character—round, plump, and extraordinarily cute—loved by children all over the world.

The dolls were cute, but Xiao Si and Ron were disappointed. They were older boys; at their age, dolls weren’t really suitable.

Dale didn’t care. She forcefully handed each of them one, warning, “Listen up! These gifts are brought to you by Dale from the Arctic. Say it—’I really like it! I’m so happy to receive it!’”

“No—”

Dale widened her eyes. “What?!”

Ron corrected himself: “I really like it! I like all the gifts Dale gives me.”

Xiao Si was stubborn. “I want a knife! I’m a boy—I can’t play with cloth dolls!”

Dale gave him a Sami doll. “Here, this is for you. This isn’t a cloth doll.”

Sami dolls are traditional dolls from the indigenous people of Europe’s Arctic Circle. Dressed in deep blue garments with red patterned trims, they come with multiple outfits like Barbie dolls. And indeed, they are not cloth dolls—they are carved from wood.

Eva handed him a cup and smiled. “Here, Xiao Si, take this with you. It’s a gift from your sister. And this cup is for your dad.”

These were hand-carved birch cups, made from high-quality birch wood, simple and rustic in design yet exuding warmth. Seeing the cup, Eva immediately decided it had to be bought for Dr. Yi—it matched him perfectly.

Most of the gifts they brought back were wooden crafts: portable, beautiful, and easy to distribute. Eva and Wang Bo shared them among the group; everyone received something. Those not interested in wooden crafts got glass items instead.

Finland has a world-renowned glass town called Iittala, just an hour’s drive from Rovaniemi. Wang Bo and Eva visited its glass workshop, explored the museum’s unique glass designs, and even tried blowing glassware themselves in the café’s small studio.

The gifts they bought were exquisite and valuable—for example, a “Northern Lights Night” crystal cup for Elizabeth. When filled with water, it would ripple with green light, mimicking the aurora.

For food, they brought chocolates and candies—all Fazer chocolates, Finland’s most famous brand. Established over a century ago, its chocolates are delicate, smooth, and high-end.

After distributing the gifts, Atulu complained, “Boss, didn’t you bring any good food? Nordic cuisine! I’ve heard about it for ages!”

Wang Bo laughed. “Of course I brought some. Do you think I wouldn’t know what you like?”

Eva handed him a beautifully packaged gift box. “Inside are some of the most unique Nordic canned foods. Hope you like them.”

Naturally, these were herring cans. The box could hold eight, with two left for Wang Bo to test later—he wanted to see just how smelly they really were, knowing online descriptions were probably exaggerated.

Packing up to return to the castle was easy. Wang Bo had only brought thick clothing; everything else was bought in Rovaniemi. On the way, he asked Bowen, “Did anything important happen in the town while I was away?”

Bowen replied, “Yes. Horton Automotive delivered their cars—the first batch of five luxury buses. They’re impressive.”

Wang Bo nodded in satisfaction. “Smart of them. Anything else?”

“Actually, there’s one quite interesting thing,” Bowen said with a smile. “But you’ll have to see it for yourself. Hearing about it will ruin the fun.”

Wang Bo was curious. What kind of mystery was he keeping?

Flying back was a proper long journey—from the Arctic Circle to near the Antarctic Circle. Normally, one would rest, but Wang Bo’s energy was boundless. He slept well on the smooth flight.

Upon landing, they set out immediately. Atulu drove straight to the animal ranch. Wang Bo asked, “Is this about police dog training? Any surprises?”

Bowen shook his head. “No, it’s definitely a surprise, but unrelated to police dogs. Those two little troublemakers will definitely give Sheriff Smith headaches in the future!”

At the ranch, Wang Bo looked around but saw nothing unusual. He thought of opening the sandbox for a preview but decided it would spoil the fun to know in advance.

After getting off, Bowen led him to the observation platform. Two platforms now stood side by side on the grasslands, like twin watchtowers. Wang Bo climbed up and scanned the area, then noticed a group of calves lowering their heads to search for food…