The Legend of Fatality

Bai En walked out of the warehouse door and felt a little uncomfortable. The pocket with the gold coins jingled in his vest, like a symbol of his betrayal of his ideals. In the letter, Falheim asked any of the shops under his control to meet Bai ’s request. The letter seemed to be tainted by Bai ’s own greed. After being estranged from his companion for so long, this generosity seems to be overdone.

Bai En is curious about how the protagonist in some stories does this, so he feels at ease to get things that are not his own from others. He always thought he was a thick-skinned person, but even he was ashamed of such things. Maybe he did too few times? Maybe if he did it enough times, he would get used to it.

Bai En smiled and shook his head with a sneer, and strode toward the riverside pier. He looked down at the gray and misty Rake River, and carefully looked at the large barge from Oledov, which was loaded with Burtanian wine and Istanian silk. The barges docked on the pier to rest, just like whales temporarily surfaced and floated up and down in the current.

He watched the sweaty dockers use the hook knife to lift the barrel out of the cargo hold, and watched them roll the heavy barrel from the long springboard to the warehouse. He heard someone coughing loudly, and saw someone covering his mouth with a handkerchief. In the past few weeks, hundreds of people have died from this plague.

It seems that his and Grerogan ’s efforts at Moore Gardens have been better said to have slowed the spread of the plague, while it has been said to have no effect at all. He wanted to know how the plague spread, and in his mind came the mouse that the plague monk had soaked in the dirty cauldron. Somehow, he knew they were related to this.

One of them was older than the others, and seemed to recognize Bai En. He raised his hand and waved in the direction of Bai En. Bai En frowned, he didn't remember knowing this person, so he looked towards the barge behind the man, and noticed the pattern of the three Master Towers on the sails-the Fatalin Association ship.

It was at this time that Bai En remembered that he had met this man when he was managing Tatuga Port. It seemed to be an employee of the terminal at that time. He did n’t even remember the name of the man, but he was surprised to find that after so many years, Still working hard. Even then, the docker was not young. Bai En waved at the man at this moment.

Here, Bai En realized that this was the difference between the nobles of the Marnus Empire and their rulers. The docker will continue to work for the meager salary paid by the Fatalin Association until he falls to death. The nobles will hang around in their palaces, collect their real estate income, and will not lift even a finger in honest labor for a lifetime. On several occasions, Bane found himself in agreement with the revolutionaries who preached rebellion throughout the Marnus Empire.

He laughed ironically again. He said to himself, how wonderful it is for someone who has just received a large sum of charity from his wealthy companion. Is there no rebel in Fatalin Association? There are also quite a few, it is said that there are already thousands of people who are gathered in what is now called the Valley Town, away from the control area of ​​the Fatalin Association, relying on the river water and backing against the high mountains, which makes the Valley Town an easy defense The simple fortress, not to mention that once the war is not right, they can escape to the mountains and wait for the limelight to pass before drilling out.

Fortunately, the people of the Fatalin Association are not stupid. From his previous conversation with Falheim, Bane learned that Amen Cannon and most people did not believe that the limited strength of the Fatalin Association was used to eliminate these rebels. Is a good idea. This war will easily become protracted and become an increasingly unbearable cancer in the association. Amen Cannon is already negotiating with them, and has given similar conditions to Miyala ’s Rib City. It is said that the negotiations are going well.

Well, it is not that he created this world, he just lives in this world. Bai En knew in his heart that he could not change the world, in fact, no one could. He can only do something to make the world more comfortable for him, nothing more.

In fact, no one can really control everyone. From the beginning of a person alone, there will be people who hate him, people who hate him, and people who do not agree with his ideas and ideas. As a person's status or influence rises, more and more people will follow him, but it is more likely that more and more people will hate him.

Perhaps no one will hate or hate him unless he hides in a hut that no one can find, and lives alone for a lifetime. This reminds Bai En of what a mentor in the Black Tower often said-if no one wants to hate you, it can only prove that you are just a mediocre person, and what is the difference between a mediocre person alive and death?

Bai En thought of this and sighed, he hated to recall things in the black tower. So he turned and walked along the river bank, immersing himself in the sound, smell, and scenery of the dock.

The fishy smell came out. Bane blocked his mouth and placed a copper ball incense burner containing incense pills from Dr. Drexler under his nose. The fragrance of Xiang Wan has begun to fade, but it is still enough to refresh the dirty air. However, this is not good news. If each fragrant pill can only be used for such a long time, the number of associations to be saved is too large, but this has nothing to do with Bai En.

Bai En also noticed that perhaps because of his first bath in a few days, the smell of people on the street and others seemed stronger. The power of habit is really terrible, even if Bai En has paid considerable attention to hygiene, especially after coming to Heidelberg, of course, Bai En also admits that this is related to that girl. But if you are busy avoiding killing or looking for the next habitable village on the adventure, it ’s really not so important to take a bath or not. You will find yourself not taking a bath for a few weeks. This kind of excuse-most of it is laziness, will let you procrastinate, and even give up those good habits.

The rumble of the huge freight wagon and the yelling of the dock workers compete with each other. An armed guard wearing a city-state black ribbon stopped and took a pear from a small vendor's car. A kid pickpocket boldly rushed to the wallet of an old businessman who was too poor to afford a bodyguard. All this is what Bain remembered when he came to Realmas with his companion Falheim many years ago-just like almost every other human city in the world. He continued to walk forward, towards a better place in the city.

When he came to an alley, he turned and drilled into it. When halfway through, he turned suddenly. He had an annoying feeling that someone was following him, but when he turned to look, there was no one.

This is a nasty feeling, but it makes sense. The plague allows people to reduce their outing activities, but it does not hinder those thieves and robbers. They do not care so much about their lives, and more importantly, if a person is willing to go out at this time, it is likely that one needs to do Very important thing, and a very important thing often will be with a lot of money. These criminals may not have enough wisdom, but there is absolutely no shortage of such little cleverness.

But everything seemed to be thought of by Bai Enduo. He had been doing it at the tailor shop all the time, and he didn't find anything.

Bai En carefully looked at himself in the mirror. Very good, he thought. He knew he was in good shape. In the best case, he is also a tall, sturdy, handsome man, if he said so. Now he is well dressed. He took a deep breath, reveling in the taste of luxury, the oak paneling and the delicate old leather. This low-key and cautious tailor shop only accepts the highest class nobility and is one of the lesser-known businesses run by Falheim.

When Bai En first came to Heidelberg, it didn't even exist. It was founded by Falheim using the introduction of the late Fritz von Hallstatt. This time, Bane was pleased with the relationship between Falheim and the man he killed.

There is no doubt that a tailor shop is absolutely wonderful, especially for the intelligence agencies trying to break into the nobility. Even if there is only one real intelligence officer in this shop and is still serving as an apprentice, all other tailors are hired from the original shop or Falheim for a large price. But a private tailor is one of the few aristocrats who are willing to contact and talk, and more importantly, no one will care about the apprentice who is helping a tailor and his customers when they are customizing clothing. The conversation between the tailor and the nobility.

But Bai En's focus now is on the suit on his body. His beautiful new clothes feel weird. The high boots are somewhat pinched. This tunic is a bit hard to feel, and the lining feels too soft. The white linen shirt smelled too fresh. When he remembered that he had not changed clothes for several months, he realized that he was used to the hard life on the adventure.

Only the new wool cloak makes people feel familiar. It is very similar to his old one, especially the hood on the back, which can easily cover the whole body up and down. But the cloak was destroyed by the blood of the Ratman Assassin when the Blind Pig Tavern was attacked. The sword he inherited from the night owl was housed in a beautiful set of new black leather scabbards.

"Sir, do you want to change it?" The clerk asked flatteringly.

Bai En looked at the bald, frowning guy. Just an hour ago, when Bai En walked into the shop, the clerk carefully looked at him as if he were a particularly large and disgusting cockroach. To some extent, Bai En cannot blame him. He really dressed like a beggar. Of course, the clerk changed his attitude within seconds of seeing Falheim's hastily written notes. When Falheim personally told his men to give this client anything he wanted, the flattering courtesy also became part of the transaction.

This situation had to remind Bai En of the plots in the novels he had read. A rich man dressed like a beggar walked into a shop. Of course, he must bring his female partner, this is the most important piece of props. When the rich female partner asked the price with expensive clothing, the clerk would show the expression of Bai En when he first entered the store. Then the rich man will take out a large bag of gold coins, throw it on the clerk's face, and tell him that he will buy the whole store clothes.

Thinking of this, Bai En suddenly wanted to laugh. The behavior of the rich is indeed very chic, but Bai En is not sure how the store in the story operates, but as far as Bai En is aware, the salaries of all tailors ’clerk are related to the amount of clothing sold, and the behavior of the rich is no doubt The Grand Prize awarded the shop assistant a sum of money. So every time Bai En sees a similar plot, he feels very funny. He suspects that the rich man must hate the 'female companion' as a prop, otherwise why would he use this after the clerk 'insulted' her every time? How about rewarding those clerks in a subtle way?

And who ultimately suffered misfortune in this kind of thing? It doesn't seem to be a clerk, he got enough commission. Nor will it be a store, and such sales may make the store owner happy for a long time. Are you rich? Bai En doesn't think so, a rich man who can easily spend money should not care about the number represented by money. Then the person who finally suffered the misfortune seems to be coming.

The most important thing is that Bai En couldn't help but think more maliciously. The rich bought a lot of clothes of different sizes and hired someone to send them to the place where they are stored. In the house. Suddenly there are so many expensive costumes in a lady ’s home, and any woman may not be able to resist this temptation. Therefore, these costumes not only occupy her living space ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ may even make her spend more money to save these costumes.

Of course, it is also possible that no one is hurt and everyone gets what they want.

Thinking of this, Bai En showed the most humble smile to the man. "No. I hope you will send several sets of the same clothes to my residence in a day. By the way, my old clothes will be packed and returned to me immediately."

"Of course, sir. Where does sir live?"

"At the blind pig sign in the new residential area. Give the clothes to Bai En."

When Bai En said his address, he looked at the man's face intently and intently. He looked as if he had just swallowed the big and particularly nasty cockroach.

"Blind Pig Logo, sir? That's not one--"

"Where do I live is my own business, don't you think?"

"Of course, sir. It's just a surprise, sir. I'm very sorry."

"It is not necessary. Just make sure my clothes are delivered on time." Bai En waved his hand, preventing the other party from continuing to apologize.

"I will handle it personally, sir."

Bai En does not know whether this person has the courage to come to the new residential area in person. Maybe he will. He was obviously paid enough to deserve to stay with Bai En for a while.

"Is that all, sir?"

"For now, yes."